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| 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, | 5 |
| What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me. | |
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| 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; | 10 |
| When Juliana came, and she, | |
| What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me. | |
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| Unthankful meadows, could you so | |
| A fellowship so true forego, | |
| And in your gaudy May-games meet, | 15 |
| While I lay trodden under feet? | |
| When Juliana came, and she, | |
| What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me. | |
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| But what you in compassion ought, | |
| Shall now by my revenge be wrought; | 20 |
| And flowers, 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. | |
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| And thus, ye meadows, which have been | 25 |
| Companions of my thoughts more green, | |
| Shall now the heraldry become | |
| With which I shall adorn my tomb; | |
| For Juliana came, and she, | |
| What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me. | 30 |
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