7.04.2010

Poem of the Week L

A Drinking Song
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.

1 comment:

Brea Roper said...

YES!!! Finally a poem I understand!!! :) Actually, the previous one wasn't too bad, either. ;) Miss you! Love you!