Through hazels and apple

Through hazels and apple
My love I led,
Where the sunshine dapples
The strawberry-bed:
Did we pluck and eat
That morn, my sweet?

And back by the alley
Our path I chose.
That we might dally
By one rare rose:
Did we smell at the heart.
And then depart?

A lover, who grapples
With love, doth live
Where roses and apples
Have naught to give:
Did I take my way
Unfed that day?