当你老了，你会回忆过去么

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 Yours 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 當你老了，白發蒼蒼，睡意朦胧， 在爐前打盹，請取下這本詩篇， 慢慢讀，回想你當年的雙眼 那柔美的光芒與青幽的暈影； 　　 多少人真情假意，愛過你的美麗， 愛過你歡樂而迷人的青春， 唯獨一人愛你朝聖者的心， 愛你日益凋謝的臉上的衰戚； 　　 當你佝偻着，在灼熱的爐栅邊， 你将輕輕訴說，帶着一絲傷感： 逝去的愛，如今已步上高山， 在密密星群裏埋藏它的赧顔。