strawberries we filled a tray"
- WITH strawberries we filled a tray,
- And then we drove away, away
- Along the links beside the sea,
- Where wave and wind 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 gray,
- 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?
- William Ernest Henley