When you are old and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes once had and of their shadows deep
How many loved your moments of glad grace? Loved your beauty with a love false or true? But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, and loved the sorrows of your changing face.
Now bending down beside the glowing bars, Reflect a little sadly how love fled!
