PoemA Drinking Song By W.B. Yeats October 20, 2020 Share0 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. ― By W.B. Yeats Subscribe to Motivational Wizard Get a weekly email magazine jam-packed with all the best posts from Motivational Wizard.