Sunday, January 15, 2006

When You Are Old

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 among the mountains overhead
And hid his face among a crowd of stars.

William Butler Yeats

1 comment:

M.P. said...

Really GREAT! I appreciate the combination of Poem and picture!Abd you've been tuning in a "camellia" wavelength, haven't you? These flowers are really romantic and that fact goes with today's weather which was very melancholic! Good for recollection and memories! **