When you grow old

Dr. Sexson said if we have a favorite poem then we should memorize it. This was in the first week of class. I took his advise and memorized a peom (that is not 4 quartets), that I think, but am not for sure, is my favorite. I also bring this up because we were talking of poems that encompass the whole universe. I would like to think that my favorite can do that. However, I think in this instance I am biased. Here is the poem and you can judge yourself:

When you grow old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowely read. And dream of that soft look, your eyes once had, and of their shadows deep. How many loved your moments of glad grace. And loved you beauty, whether love was false or true, but one man loved the pilgram sole in you. And the lines on your changing face. Bending low by those burning bars. Murmer, alittle sadely how love fled. And placed upon the mountains overhead, and hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

This is a peom by W.B. Yeats called "When You Grow Old." Although, this could be argued, I think it might be better advise on how to live and what to do. None the less it is beyond the point. This poem for me can encompass the entire world because it has seen life through the eyes of an old poet. It speaks of love and death and life's memories. I think Zach of the Saving Bells will like this post because I remember him pointing this poem out to me in Brit. Lit. 1. Maybe he will agree with me on this all encompassing poem, or maybe not.