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 my glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
A Drinking Song
W.B. Yeats
April 16, 2008
A Drinking Song
A Drinking Song
W.B. Yeats
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