Down by the Sally Garden

I had a sudden urge to read poetry. As a kid, I remember memorizing long poetry to recite in competitions in school. William Wadsworth Daffodils, gave me nightmares memorizing that. I remember WB Yeats, so looked him poetry on google and the first one that I come across is this.

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.

Awww f***, it is poem on love and it is a tragedy, Way to set the mood, buddy! thx.

source: http://www.poetry-archive.com/y/down_by_the_salley_gardens.html