Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale
Long, long the death

Cut grass, long the death
Cut grass, long the death

It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers
With hedges snowlike strewn

Cut grass, long the death
Cut grass, long the death

White lilac bowed
Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace
High-builded clouds
Moving at summer's pace

Cut grass, long the death
Cut grass, long the death