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William Butler Yeats
1865 - 1939

NOTE: Supposedly, this was written about Maud Gonne, a beautiful actress, he met in 1887 and courted for twenty futile years.

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 amid a crowd of stars.


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