"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 solf look.
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace.
And love 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 that is me."