When You're old and gray
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 false but true
But one man
loved the pilgrim soul in you
And loved the signs of your changing face
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur a little sadly
"How love fled
And paced above the mountains overhead
And his face amingst a cloud of stars"