Fairy-Tales There once was a man who said 'God must think it exceedingly odd if he finds that this tree continues to be when there's no one about in the Quad '

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this words,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deeps;

How many loved moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim 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 upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowed of stars.