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.