To Meadows

Ye have been fresh and green,

Ye have been fill'd with flowers,

And ye the walks have been

Where maids have spent their hours.

You have beheld how they

With wicker arks did come

To kiss and bear away

The richer cowslips home.

You've heard them sweetly sing,

And seen them in a round:

Each virgin like a spring,

With honeysuckles crown'd.

But now we see none here

Whose silv'ry feet did tread

And with dishevell'd hair

Adorn'd this smoother mead.