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Fri 22 Nov, 2002 08:10 pm
"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 upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars".
When You Are Old
William Butler Yeats ( 1892 )
Beautiful! Thank you for posting! :-D
My favcorite Yeats poem is "The Song of the Wandering Aengus". Perhaps some of you will like it too.
I went into a hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head
And cut and stripped a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread
When white moths were on the wing
And moth like stars were flickering out
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout
I returned and set it on the floor and
Went to blow a fire aflame
When something rustled by the door
And someone called me by my name
For it had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossoms in her hair
Who called me by my name and turned
And faded through the darkening air
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hand
And walk amid long dappled grass
pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun
Stumble It!
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