When you are old
when you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by fire, take down this book ,
And slowly read ,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.
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