When you are old and gray 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.

當妳老去，秋霜多眠
爐邊睏盹，想妳取下塵封的這詩書，
緩緩讀起，悠悠宛然當年讀詩的妳
秋波曾經幾許柔情，秋水詩行深深回溯；

多少人愛過你的美好年華，
愛你的美呵總是迷情、真心；
唯獨那人的愛，能及妳朝聖者的靈，
愛你讀詩的容顏，歲月刻痕映著詩節悲欣；

妳是否也獨倚著火宅，如我的想像，
低頭輕嘆，真愛何以老去呵幽幽悔憾
蒙塵的愛仍是昔日詩人，獨自朝聖千山游蕩，
成繁星看護妳，而掩藏了那不曾老去的臉龐。