Yeats Is Different Than Yeast, But His Poetry Rises to the Occasion

April is National Poetry Month. Admittedly, I don't take the time to enjoy poetry like I probably should but as an effort to get in the spirit here's one of my favorites.

When You Are Old by William Butler 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.

Yes, it's a bit earnest with its heart on its sleeve, but that's the sort of thing I liked when I first read it. I suppose I still do.