Wednesday, February 11, 2015

When You Are Old

A Star Filled Night
starry starry night
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.

William B. Yeats


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    1. Not a single word can be added or detracted. Each was perfect.

  2. At least up there a watching can still come due

    1. Being watched and cared for in a heavenly spot would be wonderful.

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  4. Hi Susan,

    Bear with me as I'm still struggling with my old computer.

    Words of such profoundness. Yeats had the words that immerse the heart and soul.

    Thank you, Susan. Have a lovely weekend.


  5. Good to see your name, Gary! Hope all is well with you.
    Yeats had a gift for weaving words so beautifully.

  6. This is such a deeply moving poem that sadly rings true.


  7. One of my all time favorite poems by Yeats. And he wrote it when he was so young... how did he know?


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