Friday Poetry , When You Are Old By 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.
November 20, 2015 at 1:49 pm
Hello ilargia 🙂
Thank you 🙂 have a great weekend ….
November 20, 2015 at 5:59 pm
Very special – beautiful writing Nigel and what better pairing with your fabulous photograph.
November 20, 2015 at 6:21 pm
Melancholy and beautiful Nigel .
November 20, 2015 at 7:32 pm
Hello Poppy 🙂 🙂
Thank you 🙂 very pleased you enjoyed the post 🙂
November 23, 2015 at 11:31 am
Oh, so sweet and wistful. I turned 60 this month and feel nostalgic. Hugs, Robin
November 23, 2015 at 11:33 am