A nice little number by William Butler Yeats
"Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
This is 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."
posted by Erik @ 9:56 PM
1 Comments:
strangely, i was just conversing with a friend tonight (some 6 months after this was posted) about how i don't like poetry on the whole, but i like certain poems, and that one of my 5 favorites was the Yeats one about lifting my glass and sighing...
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