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.
 
W. B. Yeats 1865 – 1939
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4 thoughts on “WHEN YOU ARE OLD

  1. Morning yer lairdship…
    If I\’m honest I hope the snow falls, with any luck I\’ll be snowed in on Monday and won\’t have to go and face the raging rottweiller. Now this may make me seem like a coward, but actually yep, I\’m a coward..lol.
    have a lovely weekend
    hugs you
    Eth 🙂 xxx

  2. Sun shines toward the window,an old woman reading  carefully her diary in a chair.
    This is my old days I am imagining.

  3. Sun shines toward the window,an old woman reading  carefully her diary in a chair.
    This is my old days I am imagining.

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