August 21, 2010
Viewed 964 times.
When you are old amd 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 moment 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..
by WB Yeats...
More entries: My feelings (1), I'm back (1), u left..but the poem I still remember... (1), the song...I like...if a guy sing this,,I will cry...haha (1), well..wanna say sth,. (2), I love these words (1), My mood...my mood (1), To my dearest one..., My favourite poem since now... (1), Some thoughts about these days... (1)
- 1 Comment
- Comment on this