Monday, April 13, 2009

Remembering Yeats in Cloudland Canyon

Until I can post some photos here, this Yeats poem will have to do for recounting our fine nights in the cabin at Cloudland Canyon:

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 glass to my mouth,
    I look at you, and sigh.

    William Butler Yeats

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