• Apr 16, 2010

    When you are old - [It belongs to Anny]


    When You are Old

            by William Butler 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
        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.