William Ernest Henley
Fill A Glass With Golden Wine - Poem by William Ernest Henley
Fill a glass with golden wine,
And the while your lips are wet
Set your perfume unto mine,
Every kiss we take and give
Leaves us less of life to live.
Yet again! Your whim and mine
In a happy while have met.
All your sweets to me resign,
That we press with every breath,
Sighed or singing, nearer death.
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