When you are old

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 shadow deep

How many loved your moments of glad grace

And love your beauty with love false or true。

But one man love the pilgrim soul in you

And loved the sorrow of your changing face

And bending down beside the glowing bars

Murmur a little sadly how love fled

And paled upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

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 shadow deep

How many loved your moments of glad grace

And love your beauty with love false or true。

But one man love the pilgrim soul in you

And loved the sorrow of your changing face

And bending down beside the glowing bars

Murmur a little sadly how love fled

And paled upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars