The Mowers Song
My Mind was once the true
Of all these Medows fresh and gay;
And in the greenness of the
Did see its Hopes as in a Glass;
When Juliana came, and
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
But these, while I with Sorrow pine,
Grew more luxuriant still and fine;
That not one Blade of Grass you spy'd,
But had a Flower on either side;
When Juliana came, and
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
Unthankful Meadows, could you soA fellowship so true forego,
And in your gawdy May-games meet,
While I lay trodden under feet?
When Juliana came , and
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
But what you in Compassion ought,
Shall now by my Revenge be wrought:
And Flow'rs, and Grass, and I and all,
Will in one common Ruine fall.
For Juliana comes, and
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
And thus, ye Meadows, which have
Companions of my thoughts more green,
Shall now the Heraldry
With which I shall adorn my Tomb;
For Juliana comes, and
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
Andrew Marvell
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