将他的面容隐没在繁星之间。
When you are old and grey and full of sleep，
And noddg by the fire， take down this book，
And slowly read， and drea of the soft look
Your eyes had once， and of their shadows deep；
How any loved your onts of gd grace，
And loved your beauty with love false or true，
But one an loved the pilgri Soulyou，
And loved the sorrows of y face；
And bendg down beside the glog bars，
Murur， a little sadly， how Love fled
And paced upon the ountas overhead
And hid his face aid a crowd of stars.