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When you are old " e. b9 n3 S5 v* J1 p! Y8 K- i
--- William Butler Yeats + U" \ P2 l9 a5 A v- J) A
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, + M1 g* U6 a+ b+ B# p
And nodding by the fire, take down this book, 2 O( H( \$ ?& S" m: L& K7 s
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look & t% q3 ~' o4 NYour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; 7 R. r P; @. j4 X/ fHow many loved your moments of glad grace, ! ]/ B3 J1 z& x- ]' T
And loved your beauty with love false or true, 3 {1 k7 g3 j. X( E5 s$ S4 j/ ?
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, : L' a7 g6 @* T, B5 m) \6 F9 }, JAnd loved the sorrows of your changing face; ; I! A+ ~* a9 G/ O4 h: z0 d
And bending down beside the glowing bars, & p/ @ u& K/ A7 ^; _" [$ ZMurmur, a little sadly, how Love fled ' T0 J7 w+ W, D3 G7 D# L: U, wAnd paced upon the mountains overhead 7 d! j. {; L1 v7 B) b) o2 v
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.