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 (59)

i'm wrting my own poem on how life changes and everything that lives will die someday
Lovely poems that left me a bit tearful
brings back my thafers cultivated wasted cultured te nore robusto cultured singing voice
The poem has made my feeling to fall like mangoes from mango tree,real touchng
Beautiful and stirred me. Remind me of my son’s father,
See More