Andrew Marvell - The Mower's Song lyrics

My mind was once the true survey Of all these meadows fresh and gay; And in the greenness of the gra** Did see its hopes as in a gla**; When Juliana came, and she What I do to the gra**, does to my thoughts and me. But these, while I with sorrow pine, Grew more luxuriant still and fine; That not one blade of gra** you spied, But had a flow'r on either side; When Juliana came, and she What I do to the gra**, does to my thoughts and me. Unthankful meadows, could you so A fellowship so true forgo, And in your gawdy May-games meet, While I lay trodden under feet? When Juliana came , and she What I do to the gra**, does to my thoughts and me. But what you in compa**ion ought, Shall now by my revenge be wrought: And flow'rs, and gra**, and I and all, Will in one common ruine fall. For Juliana comes, and she What I do to the gra**, 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 gra**, does to my thoughts and me.