Y is for W B Yeats. I read this poem in school and I liked it because of its simplicity and beauty.
When you are Old
When you are 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 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.
Saturday, 28 April 2012
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2 comments:
It's been a long time since I read this one. Thank you for sharing!
New follower here. I’m enjoying reading my fellow “A to Z”ers. I look forward to visiting again.
Sylvia
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So sad, but a good choice for the last day of the challenge.
Lucy
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