DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS
by: W.B. Yeats
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.
>Being young and foolish I wasn't as considerate or polite as she deserved
>and I was dumped .
>Some time later I came crawling back but it was too late . She would not
>speak to me.
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