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.
"When You Are Old" by W.B. Yeats is a poem that reflects on lost love and the passage of time. It is a meditation on the inevitability of aging and the transience of human love and beauty, suggesting that true love endures despite these changes and remains a source of comfort and solace in old age.
Excellent choice. Thanks for sharing
Ah, the pilgrim soul in you.