When you are old and grey and full of sleep,nodding near the fire,take down this book......(我忘了)how many loved your moments of glad grace,and loved your beauty of love false or tyre,but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,and loved the sorrows of changing face...murmur,a little sadly,how love fled,and pace upon the mountains overhead,and hide his face amid a crowd of stars.今天英语课诗朗诵⋯