The Life and Works of William Butler Yeats - Online Exhibition. [Via]
posted by homunculus on May 19, 2008 - 10 comments

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

The Collected Poems Of William Butler Yeats
posted by y2karl on Nov 3, 2002 - 87 comments

What rough peep, its hour come round at last, [cache]
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
posted by eilatan on Mar 7, 2002 - 13 comments