1/20/2006
When You Are Old (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.
浪漫一首詩...不想翻譯...原汁原味有感覺...
奇妙聯想醬瓜廣告...老伴手牽手散步好幸福...
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我讀過呢...............書沒帶........
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