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.

by William Butler Yeats

Comments (28)

Such a nice write. Question cannot be answered. Made me laugh 😁. Thank you
what a question? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? a big question.
Wonderful poem. I will vote for 10
I like the poem since since this kind of mind boggling questions can only rise from the head of a poet. As for my choice between the the two it will depend on how the last one look before me not in the eyes of others. In case she appears as the description goes then the first one will do. It's better to deal with the past than dealing with today and tomorrow.
In the matters relating to choice of a suitable lady to wed, we shall knock the doors of our heart as well as our head. Because both of them are a part of the same entity, they will offer plus and minus points of each proposal. Sum up the plus and minus points and see who is the leader and select it. Okay!
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