"The Stolen Child"

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.


 from The Stolen Child 

by W.B. Yeats

"Moonlight Sands"

Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim gray sands with light,

Far off by furthest Rosses

We foot it all the night.


 from The Stolen Child 

by W.B. Yeats

"Moon Shadows"

For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.


 from Penny Brown Penny

by W.B. Yeats

"Wine Love"

Wine comes in at the mouth 

And love comes in at the eye; 

That’s all we shall know for truth 

Before we grow old and die. 

I lift the glass to my mouth, 

I look at you, and I sigh.


 from A Drinking Song

by W.B. Yeats

"Above Glencar"

Where the wandering water gushes

From the hills above Glen-car.....

          from The Stolen Child 

             by W.B. Yeats

"A Cradle Song"

THE angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping

With the whimpering dead.
God's laughing in Heaven
To see you so good;
The Sailing Seven
Are gay with His mood.
I sigh that kiss you,
For I must own
That I shall miss you
When you have grown.


 from A Cradle Song

by W.B. Yeats

"Chasing Bubbles"

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles

And anxious in its sleep.


 from The Stolen Child 

by W.B. Yeats

"Starlight Pool"

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star

          from The Stolen Child 

             by W.B. Yeats

"Gift from the Heart"

Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned...

    from A Prayer for my Daughter

by W.B. Yeats

"One Heart"

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;


 from The Wild Swans at Coole

by W.B. Yeats

"Moonlight Wave"

Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim gray sands with light

          from The Stolen Child 

             by W.B. Yeats

"Days and Years"

We saw the last embers of daylight die,   

And in the trembling blue-green of the sky   

A moon, worn as if it had been a shell   

Washed by time’s waters as they rose and fell   

About the stars and broke in days and years.


 from Adam's Curse

by W.B. Yeats

"Heavens' Cloths"

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

     from He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

by W.B. Yeats