William Butler Yeats

Ireland
13 Jun 1865 // 28 Jan 1939
Poet

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.
.

Crossways, 1889. Down by the Salley Gardens


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