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When You Are Old


when you are old

For poets, I like William Butler Yeats, an Irish poet. His poem When You Are Old is my favorite. I can feel peace every time I read it. I can imagine the comfortable scene. I read it many times in the lighten night with the moon in my bed, thinking my life when I old. I sit near the fire and read a book, a book written with love. How romantic it is!  When you are old, how will you be? Now let's enjoy this poem first:

                        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 amid a crowd of stars.

—-by William Butler Yeats

A man like him must be a non-replaced  man, a woman like her must be a worth loving woman. This is my own feeling, what about yours?

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