When you are old – Yeats

Yeats wrote this poem for his beloved… feel the Love.

Tears well up my eyes each time I read this poem – perhaps it is a sign of my age 🙂

It speaks of or reminds one of a life lived, for the joys and the sorrows, for the love and the loss, and most significantly, for the one who has loved the pilgrim soul of the beloved…

Which line in this poem touches your soul… and if I may gently ask, why?

When You Are Old

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 among a crowd of stars.

by William Butler Yeats


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