"DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS", 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.