when you are old (copy from Cinderella)

                                       by William Butler 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 ture

    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