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

Webpage © 2002 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (lane@elcore.net)
Created November 13, 2002; not revised.