The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,
Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.
The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,
That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;
But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;
And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.
Men work together,' I told him from the heart,
Whether they work together or apart.'
In the shade of a tree, the narrator falls asleep, referencing the christian  dream allegories of medieval literature  as well as the image of a knight errant resting beneath a tree, and Arthurian mythology. The “brotherly speech” in this sense takes on a tone of spiritual work; once again exploring the necessity of language in our sense of humanity. The narrator’s dreams are now able to connect him with this mission of life, suggesting that his conscious discoveries of the mower’s soul, death’s generosity and nature’s beauty have empowered him with a spiritual language that can “reach” the thoughts of the mower, who variously represents the human, the natural and the divine. 
 In his drowsy state of rest – he ‘chats’ to the mower – a brotherhood of shared interest and work – quite a different tone from the lone tone of the start.
The Tuft of Flowers