When you are old and gray and full of sleep, ) ?( ^* B( Z' i4 m; l z
And nodding by the fire,take down this book,
0 S J- @5 O; I" p3 r$ v* ]4 IAnd slowly read,and dream of the soft look, - S( b1 l9 N; n$ [" {
Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep. # _5 J! q5 u6 V
2 D) X' f( s, f: SHow many loved your moments of glad grace, + t/ n3 S9 J! ^: L# t1 W: f
And loved your beauty with love false or true, $ h/ z9 j2 y' G
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
! \# |2 i+ J6 @' l2 mAnd loved the sorrows of your changing face. 9 p+ l( Q' s4 V# g F5 ~+ M1 i
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And bending down beside the glowing bars,
* y) e. v! F+ n1 a1 L6 SMurmur,a little sadly,how love fled,
% n. b6 f, S3 Q+ lAnd paced upon the mountains overhead, - j: V# U& q7 i% j- c% W
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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