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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. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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