"When You Are Old" Yeats
When you are old, your hair is gray and your sleep is drowsy
If you are napping by the fire, please take off this This poem
Read it slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes in the past
Recall their heavy shadows in the past
How many people loved your youthful and joyful moments
Admiring your beauty, pretense and sincerity
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul
Loves the painful wrinkles on your aging face
< p>Lower your head, beside the glowing stoveSadly and softly tell the passing of love
On the mountain above your head, it paces slowly
A face hidden among a group of stars