A wonderful poem by WB Yeats

I came across this fantastic poem, written by WB Yeats. Some of you might have already read it, some might be reading it for the first time. What really fascinates me is that the poem has a lot of contentment hidden in it. 


Someone who is truly content with his life, (even if only in that instant), can write such a piece. I'll leave you with it.

Wine comes in at the mouth 

And love comes in at the eye; 

That's all we shall know for truth 

Before we grow old and die. 

I lift the glass to my mouth, 

I look at you, and I sigh.

Isn't it wonderful?