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.
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