The Wind Among The Reeds 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 down 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.
- William Butler Yeats