Wednesday, January 26, 2005

A Drinking Song

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.

WB Yeats

1 Comments:

Blogger Jen(nifer) said...

Matthew, someday when you have the time, get out of my head...adn tell me all the poems you like, so I can become a your learned student.

Perfect. I need to post this one over on my blog right now.

12:04 AM  

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