To Meadows - Jacaszek

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’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

Like unthrifts, having spent

Your stock and needy grown

You’re left here to lament

Your poor estates, alone