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 amid a crowd of stars.?
When you are old, your head is gray, and you are sleepy,?
When taking a nap by the fire, please take down this poem,?
Read it slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes in the past,?
Recall their former intensity. The shadow;?
How many people loved you when you were young and happy?
Admired your beauty, pretending or sincerely,?
Only one person loves you That pilgrim's soul,?
Loves the painful wrinkles on your aged face;
Telling sadly the loss of love,?
On the mountains overhead it paces slowly,?
Its face is hidden among a group of stars.
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