When You Are Old
by W.B. Yeats
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.
390 notes
·
View notes
i love you - most ardently. please do me the honour of accepting my hand. sir, i appreciate the struggle you have been through, and i am very sorry to have caused you pain. believe me, it was unconsciously done. is this your reply? yes, sir. are you...are you laughing at me? no. are you rejecting me? i'm sure that the feelings which, as you've told me have hindered your regard, will help you in overcoming it. might i ask why, with so little endeavour at civility, i am thus repulsed? and i might as well enquire why, with so evident a design of insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgement.
654 notes
·
View notes
Y'all are amazing. Reblog to hug the person you’re reblogging from.
90K notes
·
View notes
BRIDGERTON (2020 - ) | s02 ep05
'AN UNTHINKABLE FATE'
728 notes
·
View notes
Compose a song for Christine
465 notes
·
View notes
Completely happy foxy ❤️
14K notes
·
View notes
I have to admit. I am not living la vida loca
163K notes
·
View notes
❃ Gilbert Blythe and Anne Shirley Cuthbert in AWAE 1.03 "But what is so headstrong as youth"
120 notes
·
View notes