when you are old诗歌

When you are old

---William Butler Yeats

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.