名人诗歌|The Mower's Song

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.

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.

Unthankful meadows， could you so

A fellowship so true forgo^1，

And in your gaudy^{2 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^{3 ought，}

Shall now by my revenge be wrought^4：

And flow'rs， and grass， and I and all，

Will in one common ruin 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 will adorn^{5 my tomb；}

For Juliana comes， and she

What I do to the grass， does to my thoughts and me.