当你老了，灰黯，沉沉欲眠， 在火炉边瞌睡，取下这本书， 慢慢读，梦回你眼睛曾经 有过的柔光，以及那深深波影； 多少人恋爱你喜悦雍容的时刻， 恋爱你的美以真以假的爱情， 有一个人爱你朝山的灵魂内心， 爱你变化的面容有那些怔忡错愕。 并且俯身闪烁发光的铁栏杆边， 嚅嗫，带些许忧伤，爱如何竟已 逸去了并且在头顶的高山踱蹀 复将他的脸藏在一群星星中间。

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 upon the mountains overhead, And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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