Saturday, January 1, 2011

When you are old

And this is my favouritest of all poems in the world! (Yeats, I think, would turn in his grave if someone read out this introduction to him!)

I wonder if anyone in history has ever referred to one of Yeats's poetry as their 'favouritest'!

Oh, well! Glad to be historic in some way!

            When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
            And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
            And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
            Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
            
            How many loved your moments of glad grace,
            And loved your beauty with love false or true,
            But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
            And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
            
            And bending down beside the glowing bars,
            Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
            And paced upon the mountains overhead
            And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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