| Villanelle of the Poet’s Road |
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Wine and woman and song,
Three things garnish our way:
Yet is day over long.
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Lest we do our youth wrong,
Gather them while we may:
Wine and woman and song.
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Three things render us strong,
Vine leaves, kisses and bay;
Yet is day over long.
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Unto us they belong,
Us the bitter and gay,
Wine and woman and song.
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We, as we pass along,
Are sad that they will not stay;
Yet is day over long.
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Fruits and flowers among,
What is better than they:
Wine and woman and song?
Yet is day over long.
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