When you are old and gray and full of sleep, + s, ]4 c) ?) c) n3 Z
And nodding by the fire,take down this book,
, a- ]& l) x, {! r7 _! G$ eAnd slowly read,and dream of the soft look,
0 @0 h# R% D+ T$ B0 j1 _Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep.
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How many loved your moments of glad grace,
3 s: @" e' H+ A6 K4 w. ]% _+ KAnd loved your beauty with love false or true,
" @( d$ @0 u6 ?, p6 }But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
; z' V4 b1 x$ h1 [And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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6 z# A' U4 T* [* D3 P2 a ]9 bAnd bending down beside the glowing bars, ! x, }# z- l3 ^1 o, E; \& p! o
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled,
8 b; s6 p4 w' h* V8 A# z8 m, IAnd paced upon the mountains overhead, / m; W4 t# ]! R- X8 A/ w8 k* a
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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