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.
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What is Poetry Friday? Years ago, when I was in high school, we did poetry lessons every Friday. I’ve always loved this idea and will continue the tradition by sharing poems on my blog.
Do you usually link up to KidLitosphere Central’s Poetry Friday? A lot of us are celebrating Fridays with poetry.
I didn’t know there was a link up–I just started posting poems on my own. But I will definitely check it out, thanks so much!
The hosts are all listed here by date: http://kidlitosphere.org/poetry-friday
They are a very nice crowd. Many published kids poets participate. I’m hosting for the first time this November.
If you want more info, you can search on my site for Poetry Friday, you’ll pull up a bunch of posts. I always link up to that week’s host. You can take a look and see if you might be interested in hooking up.
No pressure intended.
Best, Brenda
I participate in a couple other link ups, I’ll have to check this one out. Thanks for all the info! 🙂
Take care!