William Butler Yeats
Down By The Salley Gardens
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She pa**ed 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 gra** grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears