- 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.
- by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
Blackberry cake with blackberry butter
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Right now, I'm staying with my older sister in England.
I am coming to England after almost six years, and it feels a bit strange,
haha. Normally, I...
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