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

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Beautiful and stirred me. Remind me of my son’s father,
Beautiful poem... I like as well
As I turn 66 today, this poem reflects my soul's disposition towards old loves, best friends and the sweetness of youthful love......
My mentor and the source of my poetry excellence
Moments of glad grace and the pilgrim soul so real a sense and rhythm of a time of life
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