Love wine and beauty and the spring, <br />While wine is red and spring is here, <br />And through the almond blossoms ring <br />The dove-like voices of thy Dear. <br /> <br />Love wine and spring and beauty while <br />The wine hath flavour and spring masks <br />Her treachery in so soft a smile <br />That none may think of toil and tasks. <br /> <br />But when spring goes on hurrying feet, <br />Look not thy sorrow in the eyes, <br />And bless thy freedom from thy sweet: <br />This is the wisdom of the wise.<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wisdom-57/
