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| Under the shadows of Benbulben |
The Balloon of the Mind
Hands,
do what you’re bid,
Bring
the balloon of the mind
That
bellies and drags
In the wind,
Into
its narrow shed.
Wm.
B. Yeats
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| Source: wine as medicine |
A Drinking Song
Wine
comes in at the mouth
And
Love comes in at the eyes.
That’s
all we shall know for truth
Before
we grow old and die.
I
lift my glass to my mouth,
I
look at you and I sigh.
Wm. B. Yeats
William
B. Yeats—always a favorite of mine.
