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 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.
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.
2 comentarii:
In casa noastra de pe Strada Ingerilor se agatza din vreme in vreme poezii de pereti!
Cum mereu am furat de la tine si cum mereu stiin ai fost indulgenta cu mine...
am sa fur si asta si am sa o pun pe un perete azur si am sa scriu "de la Adina"!
Cu mare placere zic sa o furi, pt ca mereu ma bucur sa se raspandeasca ceva frumos. :)
Am primit-o si eu, care nu prea sunt consumatoare de poezie. Era frumos sa-mi apartina, dar e a unuia celebru, desigur, Yeats pe numele lui. :))
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