Down by the Salley Gardens

When I first read this poem, I instantly fell in love with simplicity of this lyrical beauty!

.     .     .    .     .

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.
From Crossways
Selected Poems of W. B. Yeats

[ Yeats said that this very early poem attempted to fill out some lines he remembered an old peasant woman singing in Sligo. His original title was an Old Song Re-sung.He was pleased when it entered popular culture and was treated as an authentic folksong. The inter-play between poetry and popular culture was a feature of Irish life.]

Salley = willow

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Author: nehal

Physician by profession, I like to spend my spare time reading literature and philosophy, getting to know different cultures and exploring various forms of creative expressions,..paintings,music, photography, cinema, theatre, sculpture and of course poetry. I usually write in my mother tongue Gujarati and sometimes in Hindi and English. Nehal’s world is at the crossroads of my inner and outer worlds, hope you like the journey…

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