Becky (beckyzoole) wrote,

Wednesday Poem: Down by the Salley Gardens

Wednesdays are dull. Wednesdays are too far from the weekend, on both sides. I need a little extra oomph to get me through Wednesdays -- and sometimes a good poem will do it.

The music teacher at my elementary school, Mrs. Hess, had set this poem to music. We sang it at school concerts every year. I don't think I ever really understood the point of the words, though, until I read it again about three years ago. Come to think of it, it was a really weird poem for 9-year-olds to sing...

("Salley", by the way, is a weeping willow tree. Or so Mrs. Hess explained it.)

Down By the Salley Gardens
by William Butler Yeats

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.
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