Classic Poem

I met a man mowing
A meadow of hay;
So smoothly and flowing
His swathes fell away,
At break of the day
Up Hambleden way;
A yellow-eyed collie
Was guarding his coat —
Loose-limbed and lob-lolly,
But wise and remote.

The morning came leaping —
'Twas five o' the clock,
The world was still sleeping
At Hambleden Lock —
As sound as a rock
Slept village and Lock;
" Fine morning! " the man says,
And I says: " Fine day! "
Then I to my fancies
And he to his hay!

And lovely and quiet
And lonely and chill,
Lay river and eyot,
And meadow and mill;
I think of them still —
Mead, river, and mill;
For wasn't it jolly
With only us three —
The yellow-eyed collie,
The mower and me?