Wow, I never really got into any William Butler Yeats poetry, but just the few things I’ve seen tonight rule. I like this short one, He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven:

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.

Something about his writing really just rings true for me. I feel right at home in it, I don’t know. I’ll have to get a book or something. I like this one too, O Do Not Love Too Long:

SWEETHEART, do not love too long:
I loved long and long,
And grew to be out of fashion
Like an old song.
All through the years of our youth
Neither could have known
Their own thought from the other’s,
We were so much at one.
But O, in a minute she changed -
O do not love too long,
Or you will grow out of fashion
Like an old song.