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. Tags: truthsonglovelove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poemsShort PoemsRate this poem: Report SPAM Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Report violation Log in or register to post comments
