Wisdom
 
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.


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Created November 13, 2002; not revised.