William Butler Yeats

When You are Old

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.

William Butler Yeats, 1865-1939

Dublin

Dublin airport

Sitter ved gate C44 paa Dublin airport! Der har de terminaler hvor du kan putte paa penger for aa bruke internet. Fint Dell opplegg!
Har hatt noen fine dager i Dublin - idag med tur til kysten nord for byen. I gaar gikk turen til den soerlige delen. Goy aa bruke tastatur uten ae, oe og aa!
Strange!!!Det er leeeeenge til flyet gaar - men naa har jeg bare 5 minutter igjen av betalt internetaccess.
Skal legge ut Dublinbilder naar jeg er hjemme!
Irene er vennlige og hyggelige!