St. Patrick’s Day wouldn’t be complete without at least a nod to W.B. Yeats. There has never been a poet that I have adored more; his writing sings. If you love the man’s work, you’ll enjoy having so much of it at your fingertips in this book. Here, for your holiday pleasure, is one of my favorites (in the book it is on page 41):

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.

Buy now for $13.60