When you are old

飘在梦里

When you are old

by William Butler Yeats

When you are old and gray 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 inyou,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur,alittle sadly,how love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead,

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars -------END

蓝色泪

狂晕,我个人感觉,题目语法本身就有错哦

太湖之梦

多美的诗呀，我虽然不能全懂，但意境我感觉太美了。