When you are old

when you are old and grey and full of sleep,and nodding by the fire,take dowe this book。

And slowly read ,and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once ,and of their shadows deep;

When you are old

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beaty with love false or true;

When you are old

But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you ,And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing dars, Murmur,a little sadly,how LOVE fied

And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

When you are old