When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
7 ?( F$ s |) ^$ bAnd nodding by the fire,take down this book, : h( e) \- Z5 m; Y1 M
And slowly read,and dream of the soft look,
1 ~' a, N( y3 }2 w4 bYour eyes had once,and of their shadows deep. / L; R e' `6 b s3 W
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, ; J' |. t# g+ i6 @) k4 R. ?
And loved your beauty with love false or true, ! H& U( ]3 k0 F" H" `/ i) @4 D: D
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
. ]5 ]% e) {8 s' x4 x3 YAnd loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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. R7 e( U' p" I& F* P% X1 |6 EAnd bending down beside the glowing bars, . h: v& r( h$ d
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled,
! u, _; D( \/ z" E! ]: D) SAnd paced upon the mountains overhead, # |9 X- j% T, I' w
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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