When you are old and grey and full of sleepå½ä½ å¹´èæ¶
And nodding by the fireï¼ take down this bookï¼
And slowly readï¼ and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had onceï¼ and of their shadow deep
How many loved your moments of glad graceï¼
And love your beauty with love false or trueã
But one man love the pilgrim soul in youï¼
And loved the sorrow of your changing face
And bending down beside the glowing barsï¼
Murmurï¼ a little sadlyï¼ how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overheadï¼
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.[2]
And nodding by the fireï¼ take down this bookï¼
And slowly readï¼ and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had onceï¼ and of their shadow deep
How many loved your moments of glad graceï¼
And love your beauty with love false or trueã
But one man love the pilgrim soul in youï¼
And loved the sorrow of your changing face
And bending down beside the glowing barsï¼
Murmurï¼ a little sadlyï¼ how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overheadï¼
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.[2]
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