When you are.... full of sleep

My college son was watching Helvetica  as I went to bed last night after the Project Presentations. It was late. It was  pouring rain and sitting to learn about a FONT: helvetica..........this font.........was very interesting but I shall have to return. The day caught up with me and sleep fell on my eyes as in this poem:

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 amid a crowd of stars.

 ~ William B. Yeats