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 the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
~W.B. Yeats
Very pretty. Melancholy but pretty.
what a very relaxing view, I could sit here all day and just breathe in/out calmly ..
A Ballad of Old AgeOne by one,My pleasures denied,Until at last,I up and died.Not Yeats
Very pretty. Melancholy but pretty.
ReplyDeletewhat a very relaxing view, I could sit here all day and just breathe in/out calmly ..
ReplyDeleteA Ballad of Old Age
ReplyDeleteOne by one,
My pleasures denied,
Until at last,
I up and died.
Not Yeats