Vetus ubi es
Heathcote William

(accommodatæ: helium magellanicum olivam)

Cum autem senueris, griseo et somnus et plenus,
excutiens caput ad ignem, stillabunt hoc libro,
Et legit tardius et somnium quod mollis vultus
Oculi semel atque umbris profundo.

Quot dilexit illis momenta gaudium;
Et cum falsus vel verus amor pulchritudinem eius amabant;
Sed quia dilexit vos in peregrinationis animæ meæ,
Mutantur facies, et dilexit ostendas hilarem faciem tuam.

Et quæ stringensque collum ad sagaci iuxta vectes et seras:
Murmure modico tristis amores fugit
Et deambularet in montibus supra caput,
Inter multitudinem stellarum abscondit faciem.


When You are Old
William Yeats

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.