DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS

by: W.B. Yeats

      OWN 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 the 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.

'Down by the Salley Gardens' is reprinted from An Anthology of Modern Verse. Ed. A. Methuen. London: Methuen & Co., 1921.

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