With strawberries

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?