sloly read， and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once， and of their shados deep；
Ho many loved your moments of glad grace，
And loved your beauty ith love false or true，
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you，
And loved the sorros of your changing face；
And bending don beside the gloing bars，
Murmur， a little sadly， ho Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crod of stars。
不远处的大树下，传来了一阵轻柔的读书声。靖泽被这轻柔的声音吸引住了。曾几何时，自己好像听到过这美妙的声音。原本听的一知半解，后来终于听明白了。这里叶芝的《当你老了》。
大树下，一个丁香般的姑娘，双手捧书，正在那轻声吟唱。可是，姑娘的眼睛并没有看着书，相反，她的眼睛微微的闭着，似乎陶醉在了自己的声音当中。
一切似乎又回到了从前，回到了那个四周长满了大树的英语角。靖泽不由轻轻的上前，嘴里跟着姑娘的声音吟唱。
“hen you are old
Yeats
hen you are old and grey and full of sleep，
And nodding by the fire， take don this book，
And sloly read， and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once， and of their shados deep；
Ho many loved your moments of glad grace，
…。。