August 19th, 2008

A Birthday

The Mower's Song

I.
My mind was once the true survey
Of all these meadows 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.

II.
But these, while I with sorrow pine,
Grew more luxuriant still and fine,
That not one blade of grass you spied,
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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