Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
~ William Butler Yeats ~
Mother and Baby
Jan Vermeer
Girl with Ear Ring
Paul Chabas
September Morn
James Abbot McNeil Whistler
Arrangement in Grey and Black:
Portrait of the Painter’s Mother
Portrait of the Painter’s Mother
When You Are Old
When you are old and gray 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 among a crowd of stars.
~ William Butler Yeats ~
