When You are Old

W.B. Yeats

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 changed 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.


执著一生，永不言弃的誓言！
看一次，就感动一次。
有时候，会禁不住灰色的想：如果Maud Gonne嫁给了叶芝，还会不会有这么深情的诗篇？