<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mower's Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Mind was once the true survey<br>Of all these Medows fresh and gay;<br>And in the greenness of the Grass<br>Did see its Hopes as in a Glass;<br>When Juliana came, and she<br>What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But these, while I with Sorrow pine,<br>Grew more luxuriant still and fine;<br>That not one Blade of Grass you spy'd,<br>But had a Flower on either side;<br>When Juliana came, and She<br>What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unthankful Meadows, could you so<br>A fellowship so true forego,<br>And in your gawdy May-games meet,<br>While I lay trodden under feet?<br>When Juliana came , and She<br>What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what you in Compassion ought,<br>Shall now by my Revenge be wrought:<br>And Flow'rs, and Grass, and I and all,<br>Will in one common Ruine fall.<br>For Juliana comes, and She<br>What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus, ye Meadows, which have been<br>Companions of my thoughts more green,<br>Shall now the Heraldry become<br>With which I shall adorn my Tomb;<br>For Juliana comes, and She<br>What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Marvell">Andrew Marvell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344360" data-title="The Mower's Song de Andrew Marvell" data-description="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 p..."></div> </div> </div>

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