When You Are Old

William Butler Yeats 1865-1939

 

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.

In this poem each verse currently has two images. There are more prints made that I'm considering, using the key plates that relate across the three poems. But in some respects I'm drawn to making just one image for each verse: in fact that was the original concept.

Experiment in type/page layout for video

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

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And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

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How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true,

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But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

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And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

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And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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