When you are old- 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 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.
Burning Drift- John Greenleaf Whittier Before my drift-wood fire I sit, And see, with every piece I burn, Old dreams and fancies coloring it, And folly's unlaid ghosts return. ... O ships of mine, whose swift keels cleft The enchanted sea on which they sailed, ... Did I not watch from them the light Of sunset on my towers in Spain, ... Did sudden lift of fog reveal ... Have I not drifted hard upon ... Did land winds blow from jasmine flowers, ... And find in Bagdad's moonlit street, Haroun al Raschid walking yet ... Dear souls who left us lonely here, Bound on their last, long voyage, to whom We, day by day, are drawing near, Where every bark has sailing room.
I know the solemn monotone Of waters calling unto me; I know from whence the airs have blown That whisper of the Eternal Sea. As low my fires of drift-wood burn, I hear that sea's deep sounds increase, And, fair in sunset light, discern Its mirage-lifted Isles of Peace.
Shelley- To a sky lark Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. 10 In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. 15 The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight¡ 20