When you are old and gray and full of sleep, 5 ~1 s9 P6 b# }4 P0 H+ b
And nodding by the fire,take down this book,
* |, o6 t" u4 m- L3 h+ rAnd slowly read,and dream of the soft look, ' j0 W1 `6 x6 v) m; r& K: |/ e
Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep. 2 P& D+ e: h5 ^& G8 C( `1 t
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How many loved your moments of glad grace,
9 H8 z, O9 O" S3 a/ z; Z. FAnd loved your beauty with love false or true, & j) B4 V+ E" S2 ^1 T5 y
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
2 A# z/ x0 }! zAnd loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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$ M1 i$ g) G5 t9 i1 A3 kAnd bending down beside the glowing bars,
. [8 a5 C/ S, i+ k& Q! O: AMurmur,a little sadly,how love fled,
& _7 A! |( h/ y8 @8 W# `$ MAnd paced upon the mountains overhead,
; s$ X+ w+ z# T0 v; R5 z7 B6 QAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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