Tuesday, February 16, 2010

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, 5
I look at you, and I sigh.

- W.B. Yeats


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