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William Ernest Henley - "With Strawberries"
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With strawberries we filled a tray,
And then we drove away, away
    Along the links beside the sea,
    Where wind and wave were light and free,
And August felt as fresh as May.
And where the springy turf was gay
With thyme and balm and many a spray
    Of wild roses, you tempted me
                   With strawberries!

A shadowy sail, silent and grey,
Stole like a ghost across the bay;
    But none could hear me ask my fee,
    And none could know what came to be.
Can sweethearts all their thirst allay
                    With strawberries?
 
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