March 23: Yeats

I have had this poem rattling around in my head the past week. Generally, it's a song that gets stuck in my thoughts. This week it's been this poem. It's a favorite.

I used to have this Enya CD that I played on repeat. If romance had a sound (to my young ear), it was Enya. Yearning. Spring. Love. 

My pilgrim's soul is ready to welcome all of these in. 

Enya - Storms in Africa

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.