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When you are old
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--- William Butler Yeats7 `* r& V: g% i5 ?
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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( S& s8 m' ^. `& i2 W3 n* y And nodding by the fire, take down this book, 0 ~$ G w4 d* Y4 }
- D! Z8 \8 o- h0 R2 a) `- f4 l And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 4 o! _, D. L5 _* B9 h
* W$ g; ?6 d) I Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; + D4 {, t& G. U$ X' @/ n) t* G( v
8 b2 x- y- H; L. H) @ How many loved your moments of glad grace, # ]6 W% m# b1 O8 v
n3 ~1 q1 r$ ]. [0 l( `4 n And loved your beauty with love false or true,
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, E; v$ A3 H' _* T& n: D* a) q# D But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
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And bending down beside the glowing bars, % M2 b# n3 f3 }) s6 s- [. ^! V- S" s
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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And paced upon the mountains overhead & ?2 `$ w) P4 _
! m5 V/ T6 V9 L0 V! S And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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