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

http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/yeats01.html