Have a nice day

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

Yeats 葉慈 (1865-1939)