Wrestling with writing prose and code in Saint Paul, MN, US.
No Scene that turns with Engines strange
Does oftner then these Meadows change,
For when the Sun the Grass hath vext,
The tawny Mowers enter next;
Who seem like Israelites to be,
Walking on foot through a green Sea.
To them the Grassy Deeps divide,
And crowd a Lane to either Side.
Upon Appleton House, to my Lord Fairfax, by Andrew Marvell