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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 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.