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.
More verses by William Butler Yeats
- He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
- When You Are Old
- Tom At Cruachan
- To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were Proved The People Wanted Pictures
- The Results Of Thought