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

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Ciao! for now!



Brenda Kula said...

Absolutely truly enchanting post!

Deb said...

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

Pamela said...

Lovely photos and words!
Pamela :)

Constance said...


La Vie Quotidienne said...

Quite, quite beautiful.

Kelly said...

So lovely, so enchanting!


Linda said...

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

Nancy said...

Beautiful poetry, beautiful photos, beautiful combination!

James said...

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

Victorian1885 said...

Thank it

Tina Eudora said...

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

Sherry said...

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

Secret Garden Cottage said...

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

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