This week in Poetry Corner, it's the turn of influential Irish poet William Butler "W.B" Yeats and his poem of lost love and yearning for what once was, "When You Are Old."
This was again requested to me by my little poet brother Josh, and I reiterate, if you have any requests don't hesitate to get in touch in the comment section and let me know. I've got quite an appetite for this now! :)
Hope you all enjoy,
Ben

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.