When You Are Old


William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

WHEN you are old and gray 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 among a crowd of stars.

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3 responses to “When You Are Old

  1. Moe

    Oh my. How lovely. Yeats . . .

    My brother in law is retired and goes to Ireland, to Sligo, every summer to join Yeats scholars (he is not one, just loves the work) and sit in on lectures and seminars. I just sent him the video.

  2. From what film or series is this clip?

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