Down By the Salley Gardens

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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 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. 

© William Butler Yeats