hen you are old and grey and full of sleep,

    And nodding by take dohis book,

    And slo look

    Your eyes heir shadows deep;

    s of glad grace,

    And loved your beauty rue,

    But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,

    And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

    And bending dohe glowing bars,

    Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

    And paced upon tains overhead

    And ars.