Andrew Marvell
Andrew Marvell's poem, "The Mower's Song", is a poem detailing his current feelings towards a particular women named juliana. In the beginning of his writing, their is an evident transition between positive and negative reactions towards Juliana. Throughout the poem, Marvell compares his relationship to that of a yard keeper, and the lawn in which he trims. In this case, Marvell is the lawn that is being cut (or Juliana's love for Marvell) by the yard keeper, who is Juliana. He begins the poem by describing his initial feelings towards her as "true survey/Of all these meadows fresh and gay (happy)." However, the next stanza signifies a transition, as he was now disappointed in the way that way the Juliana may be ungrateful of his love, writing, "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?" Additionally, he ends each stanza in the same way "When Juliana came, and she, /What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me?", to imply that whatever Juliana does unto the grass (her love for Marvell) will he affect his inner being as well. The transition is evident through the tone change that goes along with it. After starting his poem with a positive, joyful tone, the second stanza switches towards a melancholy-like feeling to accentuate the sadness that Marvell may be experiencing from Juliana not loving anymore.
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 spy’d But had a flower on either side; When Juliana came, and she What I do to the grass, does to me thoughts and me. Unthankful meadows, could you so A fellowship so true forgo? And in your gaudy 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 ought, Shall now by my revenge be wrought; 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 shall adorn my tomb; For Juliana comes, and she What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.
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