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When You Are Old ----Yeats When you are old and gray and full of sleepAnd 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. A Little Boy Lost Nought loves another as itselfNor venerates another so.Nor is it possible to ThoughtA greater than itself to know: And Father, how can I love you,Or any of my brothers more?I love you like the little birdThat picks up crumbs around the door. The Priest sat by and heard the child.In trembling zeal he siezd his hair:He led him by his little coat;And all admird the Priestly care. And standing on the altar high,Lo what a fiend is here! said he:One who sets reason up for judgeOf our most holy Mystery. The weeping child could not be heard,The weeping parents wept in vain:They stripd him to his little shirt.And bound him in an iron chain. And burnd him in a holy place,Where many had been burnd before:The weeping parents wept in vain.Are such things done on Albions shore. London I wander thro each charterd street. Near where the charterd Thames does flow And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe, In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear. In every voice; in every ban, The mind-forgd manacles I hear How the Chimney-sweepers cry Every blackning Church appalls. And the hapless Soldiers sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls But most thro midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse Preface to Milton And did those feet in ancient time, Walk upon Englands mountains green: And was th