BETWEEN THE GARDENS OF WILLOWS: Poetry, by William Butler Yeats

BETWEEN THE GARDENS OF WILLOWS

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Among the gardens of willows I and my love we met. Strolling through the gardens of willows with his white legs snow. He invited me to take love so easy, as the leaves grow on the trees. But I did not agree, I was young and crazy. In a field on the banks of the river I stopped and my love, and my shoulder inclined placed his hand white snow. He invited me to take life so easy, as the grass grows on the banks. But I was young and foolish, and now full of tears.

(William Butler Yeats)

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