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.