When You Are Old, by William Butler Yeats
When you are old and gray 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.
(William Butler Yeats)
© Willeke Van Eeckhoutte and Ireland, Multiple Sclerosis & Me, 2011-2012. Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.
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Love the tree
Billie
I’ll put a tree up like that next year 🙂
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Hello there, compliments for your blog ^^ Can i “steal” some citation?
Billie
Thank you! Yes of course you can 🙂
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