Yes it is, here it is all together...and speaks to me on so many levels.
When You Are Old
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.
W.B. Yeats
Sometimes a little silly perhaps, but I read a lot of poetry and certain poetry remind me of certain crystals because they have such a real personality....this poem always reminds me of Ametrine...two crystals that come together but never really lose their own individuality and so they had to become a different something all together.
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