WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep, <br />And nodding by the fire, take down this book, <br />And slowly read, and dream of the soft look <br />Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; <br />How many loved your moments of glad grace, <br />And loved your beauty with love false or true, <br />But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, <br />And loved the sorrows of your changing face; <br />And bending down beside the glowing bars, <br />Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled <br />And paced upon the mountains overhead <br />And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-are-old/
