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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.
A Drinking Song
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So does he drink the wine?
thats a wicked poem i like it but i hate wine
I love this poem and but i didn't know who it was by until now. I have been liking this poem ever since the 7th grade and now i am a senior in high school and i am writing my reasearch paper on William Butler Yeats and well i come to find out that i do know a little bit about him i had just randomly choose him to write my reasearch paper but now i am glad that i choose him!!!!!!!!!!!