When You Are Old
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.
當你年老，灰白，睡意正濃，
在火爐邊打盹，取下這本書，
慢慢閱讀，夢見你眼中一度
發出之柔光，以及深深暗影；
多少人愛你愉悅丰采的時光，
愛你的美，以或真或假之情，
祇一個人愛你朝聖者的心靈，
愛你變化的容顏蘊藏的憂傷；
並且俯身紅光閃閃的欄柵邊，
帶點哀傷，喃喃低語，愛怎樣
逃逸，逡巡於頭頂的高山上
且將他的臉隱匿於群星之間。
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