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 class to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
Poem by William Butler Yeats - Photo from Vogue Deutsch October 2009
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