Little ghosts in autumn


I love these clematis seedheads - the flowers were yellow and pretty, but somehow, I like these even more. The common clematis which scrambles around the hedgerows calls these 'Old Man's Beard' and it brought to mind the idea of growing old with the person you love. And that led to the classic poem below by W B Yeats:

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

How many loved your 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 crowd of stars.