When You Are Old
When you arc 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 dozen 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. -W. B. Yeats.
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Dominion, Volume 32, Issue 148, 18 March 1939, Page 1 (Supplement)
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107When You Are Old Dominion, Volume 32, Issue 148, 18 March 1939, Page 1 (Supplement)
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