Monday, January 29, 2007

when you are old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, and take down this book,
And slowly dream, and think of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of the shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false and 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 William Butler Yeats



Hello Twiggy:I have just seen your comment in my blog.You are wellcome and I can answer you in english!!!I like your blog too!!Nice pictures.

Pauline said...

Tear here!!!