When You Are Old By W.B. Yeats

When you are full of water and exhausted
and homeward bound on buses, feel the glass
and watch your face in windows as you pass,
and lenses that your hot breath has defrosted;

how many drops have formed against your skin;
like words in sentences across your face.
but one had gone beneath and found a place
to hydrate you and name you from within.

And squeezing out the day's apologies,
arrived at home, remember how it dried.
and rose among the vaporous odes outside,
and hid your praises in anthologies.