Wednesday, January 11, 2023

Poem: 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.

                        W. B. Yeats 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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