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[bitsofbeauty]

I think I'm in love with this poem:

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,

Comments

[fala7a]

i want that

[bitsofbeauty]

For one man to love the pilgrim soul in you?
Or to be old and gray by the fire murmuring sadly how love fled?
Or both? Or all?

[fala7a]

hmmmm
both
maybe all
or just the pilgrim soul
youre online? get on gchat or msn

[runamucky]

It is nice. Are you sad? Misery loves company.

[bitsofbeauty]

No, not so much sad as feeling like my life is not steering in the direction I'm willing it to go...
It's not as bad as it sounds though :-)

Were you going to be my company?

[runamucky]

sorry for the last comment. deleted

[bitsofbeauty]

Hey, no worries. I am traveling right now, so this is the first time I was able to check my LJ in a couple of days... I did not get to see your last comment on here. Why did you delete it?
I guess LJ isn't private enough for spontaneous words. That has always been my reason for deleting my own comments sometimes.

[rehenazelreyhan]

That is beautiful, and I have not heard it in years.

(I came by after seeing your very cool icon on the Montréal list - hope it is okay!)

[bitsofbeauty]

Hi there,
Dropping byers are great (and so are invented words!)
Feel free anytime.
I took a peek at your journal too and I quite like it.
:)

[rehenazelreyhan]

Nice!

You are welcome as well!

[sleepy_boy]

hello, i was also lured hither from montreal community by your icon. i normally wouldn't have said anything but apparently there's already a discussion developing over it.

i liked the poem.