Through hazels and apples

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?