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WHEN YOU ARE OLD

WHEN YOU ARE OLD AND GREY AND

FULL OF SEELP AND NOODING BY THE FIRE

TAKE DOWN THIS BOOKAND SLOWLY READ

AND DREAM OF THE SOFT LOOK

YOUR EYES HAD ONCE

AND OF THEIR SHADOWS DEEP

HOW MANY LOVED

YOUR MONMENTS 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 BEDING DOWN BESIDE

THE GLOWING BARS

MURMUR，A LITTLE SADLY，HOW LOVE FLIED

AND PACED UPON THE MOUNTAINS OVERHEAD

AND HID HIS FACE AMID A CROWD OF STARS。