old, old love
This poem by Yeats, i truly love..especially the second stanza..
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
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
posted by renu at 2:41 AM
2 Comments:
Lovely poem...glad i came across this one..
Hey! Are you the Renu...as in Sandy's friend Renu?
Anyway, just followed you from Sandy's rhyme & reason blog.
Looked around a bit, and my...do you write or do you write! You're seriously not cut out for 'literature in a hurry'. Your words and sentences have a languorousness to them that most can only imagine to achieve.
BTW, love this Yeats poem, am a fan of Yeats even otherwise. The second paragraph that you so like is actually the inspiration for the Saaransh dialogue(I can't help dragging cinema into everything)- "Tumhaari aankhon ki jhurrion mein mere jeevan ka saaransh hai!"
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