原文:When
you are old
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 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