“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.”

“Wine enters through the mouth,Love, the eyes.I raise the glass to my mouth,I look at you,I sigh.”

“We sat grown quiet at the name of love; We saw the last embers of daylight die,And in the trembling blue-green of the skyA moon, worn as if it had been a shellWashed by time's waters as they rose and fellAbout the stars and broke in days and years.I had a thought for no one's but your ears:That you were beautiful, and that I stroveTo love you in the old high way of love;That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grownAs weary-hearted as that hollow moon”

“I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.”

“Before The World Was MadeIf I make the lashes darkand the eyes more brightand the lips more scarlet,or ask if all be rightfrom mirror after mirror,no vanity's displayed:I'm looking for the face I hadbefore the world was made.What if I look upon a manas though on my beloved,and my blood be cold the whileand my heart unmoved?Why should he think me cruelor that he is betrayed?I'd have him love the thing that wasbefore the world was made.”

“And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;...”

“Before me floats an image, man or shade,Shade more than man, more image than a shade;For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-clothMay unwind the winding path;A mouth that has no moisture and no breathBreathless mouths may summon;("Byzantium")”