When You Are
Old
by W.B.Yeats
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
You eyes had once ,and of their shadows
deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace
,
And love 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 benging down beside the glowing bars
,
Murmur,a littli sadly,hou love fled
And paced upon the mountain
overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of
stars.
Old
by W.B.Yeats
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
You eyes had once ,and of their shadows
deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace
,
And love 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 benging down beside the glowing bars
,
Murmur,a littli sadly,hou love fled
And paced upon the mountain
overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of
stars.