by William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903)
Language: English
Fill a glass with golden wine, And the while your lips are wet Set their perfume unto mine, And forget 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, Nor regret That we press with every breath, sighed or singing, nearer death.
Composition:
- Set to music by George Sainton Kaye Butterworth (1885 - 1916), no title, 1911-2 [ baritone and string quartet ], from Love blows as the wind blows, no. 3
Text Authorship:
- by William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903), no title, appears in A Book of Verses, first published 1888
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Line count: 12
Word count: 64