When You Are Old

When You Are Old

When you are old and gray 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.