The Mower's Song
My
Mind
was
once
the
true
survey
Of
all
these
Medows
fresh
and
gay;
And
in
the
greenness
of
the
Grass
Did
see
its
Hopes
as
in
a
Glass;
When
Juliana
came,
and
she
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
She
What
I
do
to
the
Grass,
does
to
my
Thoughts
and
Me.
Unthankful
Meadows,
could
you
so
A
fellowship
so
true
forego,
And
in
your
gawdy
May-games
meet,
While
I
lay
trodden
under
feet?
When
Juliana
came
,
and
She
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
She
What
I
do
to
the
Grass,
does
to
my
Thoughts
and
Me.
And
thus,
ye
Meadows,
which
have
been
Companions
of
my
thoughts
more
green,
Shall
now
the
Heraldry
become
With
which
I
shall
adorn
my
Tomb;
For
Juliana
comes,
and
She
What
I
do
to
the
Grass,
does
to
my
Thoughts
and
Me.
