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, 5
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 10
And paced upon the mountains overhead  
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.  
   
 

this book — literally The Rose, the volume of poetry Yeats published in 1893, which contained several poems inspired by Maud Gonne.