When You Are Old

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.