Love wine and beauty and the spring, br While wine is red and spring is here, br And through the almond blossoms ring br The dove-like voices of thy Dear. br br Love wine and spring and beauty while br The wine hath flavour and spring masks br Her treachery in so soft a smile br That none may think of toil and tasks. br br But when spring goes on hurrying feet, br Look not thy sorrow in the eyes, br And bless thy freedom from thy sweet: br This is the wisdom of the wise.