When you are old2006-10-12 00:32When 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 amid a crowd of stars. 'I feared, loved, hated, suffered, did and died, And if the spark with which Heaven lit my spirit Had been with purer nutriment supplied, ..... 'A baby's or an idiot's brow, and made Their nests in it. The old anatomies Sate hatching their bare broods under the shade Full text: //infoplease/t /lit/shelley/1/22/ Search: ■Urgent! English poems about life! ! ! !