The Mower Against the Garden

Chris was cutting the grass today, and there's an awful lot of it, as he was cutting the Green as well as our garden. When I hear him start the lawn mower I am always reminded of Andrew Marvell's poem - Damon the Mower!

I am the Mower Damon, known
Through all the Meadows I have mown.
On me the Morn her dew distills
Before her darling Daffadils.
And, if at Noon my toil me heat,
The Sun himself licks off my Sweat.
While, going home, the Ev'ning sweet
In cowslip-water bathes my feet.

I'm not sure about the cowslip water, but there was definitely a cold beer waiting for him when his labours were over!