and for today, courtesy of the fabulous shot:
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.


Donn said...

I am already nodding around Dinner this rate if I ever make it to Old and Grey I'll be lucky to be awake at Noon!

Thank You for the Yeats, Goethe, and Starr. I shall be Bold and Barefoot as soon as Spring starts..which should be any week now..
but it's still cold here

I, still, ♥ the views said...

we've had sun sun sun here, but don't say it out loud or it will start to rain again!

Vicus Scurra said...

Nice to see that Dave visited you, but you should have told him that the wig made him look silly.

Mel said...


Thank you, indeed.

What a wonderful start for a Saturday (cold and staying cold here).
But the poem served to warm me...and the pictures are outstanding. :-)

I, still, ♥ the views said...

he assured me it wasn't a wig, vicus. . .

mel cold? I thought you were due some patio time!

Mel said...

Took it just the same....with a sweatshirt on.....LOL

Darn cold breezes.....53 degrees and overcast interfered with some of my plans, dangit....

I, still, ♥ the views said...

dangit - you deserve some warmth!

it's another beautiful day here, and yesterday was one of those balmy summer evenings, even tho really spring has only just begun. . .