This is one of my absolute all time favorite poems EVER. I go whole months without having it cross my mind, but sometimes, in a moment of rare true comfort, it's pleasant verses scroll through my brain....
When You Are Old and Grey
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 a 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.
-W.B. Yeats.
*Scrubs Sigh*
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