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 life the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh

– Yeats

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Author: pecsbowen

reader.philosopher.writer

4 thoughts on “A drinking song”

    1. i love this one –

      HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
      Enwrought with golden and silver light,
      The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
      Of night and light and the half-light,
      I would spread the cloths under your feet:

      But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
      I have spread my dreams under your feet;
      Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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