A Drinking Song by W.B. Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

 

I may have posted this before but feel the urge to post it once again.

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