There are so many wonderful poems out there, I’m not sure I could ever pick a favorite romantic one. But the one below by Yeats has always touched me ever since I heard the first lines. Note, it begins, “when you are old”. Is the man writing this to the woman he loves as a warning? Telling her to ignore those other men who only love her pretty face while he loves her true soul? If so, perhaps she will listen and end up not an old woman by the fire filled with regret.
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.
–W. B. Yeats
What are some of your favorite romantic poems?