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Yeats, pela hora do pequeno-almocinho

DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS (1889)

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.

Uma resposta a “Yeats, pela hora do pequeno-almocinho”

  1. Anonymous Anónimo disse:

    Pena que a leitura de tantos livros não te acrescente sensibilidade nenhuma.