Welcome to our second Thoughtful Thursday, my Mum and Grandmother are responsible for my love of poetry. Thanks to them! Today I am sharing a W.B. Yates classic which I’m sure some of you will be familiar with.
WHEN YOU ARE OLD
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 once had, and of their shadow deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved that 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 mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
W.B. Yeats 1865 – 1939
Do you have a favourite poet or poem? Would love to hear from you.