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.
Well! I’ve been away from home this weekend, up in Virginia for a wedding. What a busy weekend it’s been! I unplugged from the web and spent a glorious two and a half days without checking Facebook, websites, or my online freelance work. It was wonderful! I did have a business meeting in VA this morning and am excited to announce that I am a copyeditor and contributing writer for a marketing book that will be finished, hopefully, by the end of the year, as well as co-writing a book for a friend/mentor’s mortgage company. How exciting is that? I have a to-do list a mile long, but it’s going to be great!
On a completely unrelated, un-busy note, if you haven’t heard of this Yeats poem, read it. Once, twice, in your head, out loud (with appropriate pauses only, please). I love this poem! He wrote it for Maud Gonne, his muse, who he loved so dearly. She was tempestuous, married someone else and broke his heart. He still loved her, though, and he wrote beautiful things because of her.