My favourite poem since now...

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...