Posted on 1 January, 2021 by thebestnchic A Drinking Song by William Butler Yeats 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. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestWhatsApp Related Post navigationPrevious post: A Dialogue Of Self And SoulNext post: Aedh Tells Of The Rose In His Heart