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我也来凑凑热闹
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3 C' C& J' q; x. v0 f9 }" |) \" m6 lWhen you are old5 w0 k# r- ~$ D) D' N
. a( C5 c- E. t: ^: gWhen you are old and grey and full of sleep,& _! B Y9 z: p% V# o
: h4 p0 P: _) s5 NAnd nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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5 |4 s) a+ o( H. r. |' N# qAnd slowly read, and dream of the soft look
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6 o" d# `6 B$ BYour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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$ E e* W1 `, g3 h! b' rHow many loved your moments of glad grace,
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And loved your beauty with love false or true,
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! @9 M6 p0 D" pBut one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
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3 Y" V( C/ F% H( ~2 OAnd loved the sorrows of your changing face;+ d y! Q3 H6 U9 M C: G
/ ` i, ^# x1 P. n0 gAnd bending down beside the glowing bars,
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Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
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2 c% D( u6 |7 i' c( h- y* s: iAnd paced upon the mountains overhead
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- d! J& c3 @9 e$ s2 ?% eAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars. |
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