When You Are Old ----William Butter Yeats
When you are old and gray 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 theri 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 besides the glowing bars,
Murmur little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
作者简介：威廉.帕特勒.叶芝（1865-1939）爱尔兰诗人、剧作家，曾被誉为“爱尔兰的灵魂”“最后一个浪漫主义诗人”