Hush and heed not for all things pass

Scythe Song

by Andrew Lang

Mowers, weary and brown and blithe,

What is the word methinks ye know —

Endless over-word that the scythe

Sings to the blades of the grass below?

Scythes that swing in the grass and clover,

Something, still, they say as they pass;

What is the word that, over and over,

Sings the scythe to the flowers and grass?

Hush, ah, hush, the scythes are saying,

Hush, and heed not, and fall asleep;

Hush, they say to the grasses swaying;

Hush, they sing to the clover deep!

Hush — ’tis the lullaby Time is singing —

Hush and heed not for all things pass,

Hush, ah, hush! and the scythes are swinging

Over the clover, over the grass!