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Saturday, February 12, 2011

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.


 William Butler Yeats, When You are Old
















Thanks for stopping by!
Ciao! for now!

Jacqueline


12 comments:

  1. Absolutely truly enchanting post!
    Brenda

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  2. The words and the colours are so pretty. Hugs, Deb=^..^=x5

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  3. Lovely photos and words!
    Pamela :)

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  4. That embroidery is really stunning! Beautiful photos and poetry...

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  5. Beautiful poetry, beautiful photos, beautiful combination!

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  6. Wow, an enchanting start to my Sunday, thank you.

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  7. Beautiful post Jacqueline and I am just am floored by that gorgeous cup and saucer! Just lovely!
    Tina xo

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  8. Jacqueline, just beautiful. You are a poet with pictures. Have a wonderful weekend!
    Sherry

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  9. What a lovely poem, Jacqueline! Wonderfully romantic post... perfect for Valentine's Day weekend!!
    xoxo,
    Jo :)

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