Yeats’ Week – When You Are Old

This is one of my favorite Yeats’ poems. The sweet sadness of growing older…

When You Are Old

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.

3 thoughts on “Yeats’ Week – When You Are Old

  1. […] This is one of my favorite Yeats’ poems. The sweet sadness of growing older… When You Are Old When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, …  […]

  2. shafiqah1 says:

    Reblogged this on shafiqah1 and commented:
    This is another one of my beloved Yeats poems too, “Romancing the Bee” Thank you for posting! <3

  3. […] Yeats’ Week – When You Are Old (romancingthebee.com) […]

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