When you are old and gray and full of sleep, 6 ^# Q0 A2 K/ u4 T, w: m
And nodding by the fire,take down this book,
4 \2 j' r3 v/ [! DAnd slowly read,and dream of the soft look,
( F3 [. D7 `% V% n( t! @Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep.
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, 1 n: j9 S8 c; J( `; U
And loved your beauty with love false or true, 0 h; g4 a5 |) d) x: m
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
# D! w: O0 J& g1 V6 BAnd loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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And bending down beside the glowing bars, ! V5 @& `- b, B6 \. \' a
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled, 5 `/ |6 k3 Y; {
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
/ X4 A) i0 d0 K8 ]And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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