When you get old - Yeats
When you get old, your hair turns white, and you feel sleepy,
Doze by the fire, please take down this hymn,
Read slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes in the past,
Recall their former heavy shadows;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
I admire your beauty, falsely or sincerely,
There is only one who loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
Lowering his head, beside the glowing red stove,
Telling the loss of love softly and sadly,
On the hill above it paces slowly,
A face hidden among a cluster of stars.
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