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.

More from William Butler Yeats:

• The Witch
• To an Isle in the Water
• To Ireland in the Coming Times
• To the Rose upon the Rood of Time
• The Tower
• The Two Kings