期望对象：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 lookYour 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 fledAnd paced upon the mountains overheadAnd hid his face among a crowd of stars.
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