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 this glass to my mouth
I look at you, and I sigh.

W.B. Yeats, Responsibilities and Other Poems.  1916.

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