go MEADOW GRASSES 



horses tossed their manes and swished their 

 tails, drawing along with magnificent power 

 the light machine, and leaving behind a 

 swathe of broken grasses and coloured 

 flowers whose fragrance and hue availed 

 no longer in an instant the life was gone 

 whither ? Rhythmically they moved in 

 straight line, the clattering of the machine 

 mingling with the cries of the driver: like 

 a sea-green wave overcurled and spent in 

 foam the flowery grasses lay in the sun. 

 Cat's- tail grass, foxtail grass, meadow soft 

 grass, pale red in tint and sometimes called 

 Yorkshire fog; couch grass the agropyron 

 of ancient Greece the wild kin of the 

 wheat; the sweet-smelling Vernal grass 

 without whose presence one of the fleeting 

 scents of summer were denied us. Steadily 

 the mowing machine was drawn round the 

 field, fresh wallow lay where but a moment 

 before the meadow-forest bowed and returned 

 to the wind, and the dandelion wrought its 

 goldened disk in the image of the sun. 



