A DRINKING SONG
(BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS)
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.
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