When You Are Old
William Butler Yeats
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 on
How many loved your mements of glad grace,
And loved your beauty will love false or true;
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside tthe glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon yje mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.