“A Valentine’s Song” MOTLEY I count the only wear That suits, in this mixed world, the truly wise, Who boldly smile upon despair And shake their bells in Grandam Grundy's eyes.
Singers should sing with such a goodly cheer That the bare listening should make strong like wine, At this unruly time of year, The Feast of Valentine.
We wholeheartedly agree that wine belongs to literature!
A toast to Stevenson over a glass of sparkling wine.