When you are old and gray and full of sleep, % G! G, u* C+ ]/ s
And nodding by the fire,take down this book, 6 k" E6 j2 g% Z1 \% _8 q# s; X4 q
And slowly read,and dream of the soft look,
3 J/ r) @3 f7 c& B% VYour eyes had once,and of their shadows deep. 6 r$ p0 G* Y7 d: ^5 Y, A4 D) U) i
+ Y+ X6 g7 F% a0 B! Y4 FHow many loved your moments of glad grace,
1 t6 V/ N3 X# H: E: kAnd loved your beauty with love false or true, 1 g N" H9 q' _( S% I3 N. v8 x
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
) a+ b p4 M2 }; U6 d6 R) W5 ?And loved the sorrows of your changing face. . e3 L/ z v: t1 M
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And bending down beside the glowing bars, : r6 ^/ q4 f9 ]) h* W: k% o- B+ [
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled, 2 z) q2 ^/ N* i) y8 m
And paced upon the mountains overhead, , \ M+ y, N- h* u! x
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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