A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
By William Butler Yeats
(Public domain baby)
I went through a Yeats stage. Okay, I'm still not out of it, where I read everything he wrote. Not much of a playwright (yikes) but quite the poet.
1 comment:
I love that.
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