Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Down by the Salley Gardens

Down by the Salley gardens
my love and I did meet;
She passed the Salley gardens
with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy,
as the leaves grow on the tree.
But I being young and foolish,
with her would not agree.

In a field by a river
 my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder
 she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy,
 as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish
 and now am full of tears. 

by W.B.Yeats



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