Poem of the month: When You Are Old (W.B. Yeats)

When You Are Old
by W.B. Yeats

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.


2 thoughts on “Poem of the month: When You Are Old (W.B. Yeats)

  1. A lovely poem, if not a bit sad about ageing. The same applies to another beautiful Yeats poem ‘The Wild Swans at Coole’- I came to it through a song version of it. I think it’s beautiful musically and is a moving accompaniment to the lyrics – purists may disagree.Wnat do you think?

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