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.

-- William Butler Yeats

十四行

从今天开始
每天采摘清晨的第一束阳光
做成鲜花
放在你熟睡的门口 
从今天开始
收集你的每一滴笑容
放进诗歌的坛子
酿成岁月的美酒 
这个世界的风雪太大
黑夜太深
往回就望不到尽头

但是从今天开始
让我们紧握住美丽的火焰
在月亮下一起行走