Saturday, September 24, 2011

When You Are Old

Currently reading: The Burning of Bridget Cleary by Angela Bourke

I can't believe I messed up my first Friday Poetry Slam! What a busy weekend this is turning out to be. Well, it may be Saturday but that does not mean we cannot enjoy some poetry now. This poem is a beautiful one from the glorious William Butler Yeats.

Grab a cup of tea, curl up under a blanket, and enjoy.....

    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 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 among a crowd of stars. 

Have a great weekend!

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