Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Down by the Salley GardensWilliam Butler Yeats (18651939)
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She pass’d 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.
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.