The crowd's rockin in this version if I ever saw a crowd rockin. . . check for dude with the rad sunglasses around 2:30.
By the way, have you discovered pandora radio yet? You create stations based on favorite artists or songs, and the site plays other songs they think you might like that include similar musical qualities. So far only a few of the channels have gone south with the recommendations (The Mamas and the Papas, for example, because all I really wanted to hear was "California Dreamin and I ended up with way too much Paul Simon); most keep me jammin through free time in my school day. My Neil station is bringing all kinds of forgotten favorites back.
Now must I these three praise
Three women that have wrought
What joy is in my days:
One because no thought,
Nor those unpassing cares,
No, not in these fifteen
Could ever come between
Mind and delighted mind;
And one because her hand
Had strength that could unbind
What none can understand,
What none can have and thrive,
Youth's dreamy load, till she
So changed me that I live
Labouring in ecstasy.
And what of her that took
All till my youth was gone
With scarce a pitying look?
How could I praise that one?
When day begins to break
I count my good and bad,
Being wakeful for her sake,
Remembering what she had,
What eagle look still shows,
While up from my heart's root
So great a sweetness flows
I shake from head to foot.
When you are old
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.