WHEN YOU ARE OLD by W. B YEATS

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 lookYour 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 soulContinue reading “WHEN YOU ARE OLD by W. B YEATS”

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