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When you are old

Image of William Butler Yeats public domain by Charles George Beresford via Wikimedia Commons
Image of William Butler Yeats public domain by Charles George Beresford via Wikimedia Commons
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.

(One of the last poems that William Butler Yeats wrote. Born 13 June 1865 – Died 28 January 1939)


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