Yeats’ Week – Never Give All The Heart

I”m back to my old self again, but I’m enjoying posting all these wonderful Yeats’ poems! I hope you won’t mind reading a few more…

Yeats was an unreconstructed romantic, sensitive and emotional. His love life is a captivating story all its own.

This poem is about unrequited love, ever the stuff of poetry.

Never Give All The Heart

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

Yeats’ Week – When You Are Old

This is one of my favorite Yeats’ poems. The sweet sadness of growing older…

When You Are Old

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.