When You Are Old

William Butler Yeats

When You Are Old And Grey And Full Of Sleep
And Nooding By The Fire,take Down This Book
And Slowly Read,and Dream Kf The Soft Look
Your Eyes Had Once, And Of Their Shadows Deep;

How Many Loved Your Monments 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 Beding Down Beside The Glowing Bars,
Murmur,a Little Sadly,how Love Fied
And Paced Upon The Mountains Overhead
And Hid His Face Amid A Crowd Of Stars?

当你老了