When you are old----William Butler Yeats
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire,take this book,
And slowly read, and dream of 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.