In twilight’s grace, where shadows play,
A voice once bold now fades away.
Yeats’ dreams in verses lie,
Beneath a pale and whispering sky.

The world he wove with words so grand,
Now rests beneath the timeless sand.
His lore, a beacon through the night,
Guides us still with gentle light.

In every line, a soul’s deep cry,
A yearning for the stars on high.
Though Yeats has left this earthly shore,
His spirit lingers, evermore.

Through ages yet, his words will flow,
A river of wisdom, soft and slow.
In every heart that hears his song,
The legacy of Yeats lives on.