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.
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- 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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