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.