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Just a few words from this poem have been echoing in my head for a week or more. I kept turning them over in my mind, trying to remember the title or author. I finally Googled "pilgrim soul" and these perfect words from William Butler Yeats floated up onto my screen, and I thought I'd share them--

When You are Old

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