 When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Bob Sherman. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Caliban. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Chris Caron. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by CalmDragon.net. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Clarica. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. This is a LibriVox recording. When you are old by W. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Kate McDonald. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by David Brunel. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Daniel Milinger in January 2010. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Darlene Kaplan. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by David Barnes. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. And bending down beside the glowing bars murmur a little sadly how love fled and paced among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by David Barnes. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by J. Barakling. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Judy Roth. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. By W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Jonathan R. Jackson. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Shalifah Malchem. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Kevin Davis. My website is www.thepowerofraki.com. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. When you are old by W. P. Yates, read for LibreBox.org by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. When you are old by W. P. Yates, read for LibreBox.org by Matthew Hill. 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 sorrows of your changing face and bending down beside the glowing bars murmur a little sadly how love fled 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old by W. P. Yates, read for LibreBox.org by Nido Ayur. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. How many loved your moments of glad grace and loved your beauty with love false or true but one man loved the pilgrim's 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 among the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When you are old, by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead, and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. When you are old, by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Revan Notesha. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead, and hid his face among a crowd of stars. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. When you are old, by W. B. Yates, read for LibriVox.org by Tom Watts. 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's 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 among the mountains overhead, and hid his face among a crowd of stars.