Lyric Poem · Love
When You Are Old
by W. B. Yeats · 1893
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.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- When You Are Old
- Poet
- W. B. Yeats
- Published
- 1893
- Length
- 12 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem, Rhyming Poems
- Themes
- Love, Sad, Life
Craft notes
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- Shape
- 12 lines · 3 quatrains
- End rhyme
- ABBA in every stanza — enclosed rhyme.
- Line length
- Mostly 10-syllable lines (pentameter length).
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- Author record
- W. B. Yeats1865–1939
- Source record
- QuillOak curated editionWhen You Are Old (1893) by william-butler-yeats
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- 1893
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 2ed2ea4325c4db7b…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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