The Mower's Song

• How 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.
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• 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.
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• 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.
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• 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.
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• 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.