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
posted by Maxwell at 3:46 PM
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
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
e-mail me at mpaulwhite at gmail.com
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1 Comments:
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.
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