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Too busy tonight(preparing for a reading tomorrow night) to do much - but here's something...

 

 

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

 

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What a lovely selection, I

What a lovely selection, I had stored this poem in some hidden compartment of memory, it was nice to recall it again.

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When You Are Old

Glad you enjoyed it again, Sheria...

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When You Are Old

Glad you enjoyed it again, Sheria...