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 pilgrin soul in you  ,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face ;

 

And bending down besides the glowing bars ,

Murmur little sadly , how love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead ,

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars .

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