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.