[2Trievers]

This Poem Is Best Viewed With A Glass Of

Lagavulin

A Drinking Song

William Butler Yeats

1916

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.

[Savage Beast]

Interesting you should say that. I hadn't drunk anything but wine in many years until a friend had an after dinner Scotch whiskey tasting one evening not long ago. The Lagavulin really turned me on. I had to go out and get myself a couple of bottles, and they're already...consumed. That stuff's good.