When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
3 Z" R L# `7 e8 X1 O A* I' N. rAnd nodding by the fire,take down this book,
2 y+ M9 T( v" t$ N) X9 WAnd slowly read,and dream of the soft look,
* Q4 _ P+ ]3 R+ m+ A) F C0 A3 iYour eyes had once,and of their shadows deep.
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2 u8 N* c! W6 `1 @, R& p6 R8 ZHow many loved your moments of glad grace, 7 ?+ v$ C6 I' M6 w9 O7 U
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
" y, N Q* _, @% X" YBut one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, % ~7 }7 F0 m- E1 _) W
And loved the sorrows of your changing face. - ^5 X+ p* u" d' Y0 j. A. q/ G
/ F, m& A, o; u) Q& F& m, A3 wAnd bending down beside the glowing bars, 3 Y- e+ x: T; i0 |! @4 _
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled, 0 @) r2 L& Z6 S% N0 w( m6 _% L1 V
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
+ c+ B5 ^2 [0 q& z& r& UAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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