When you are old
--- 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.