William Blake

Song: How sweet I roam’d from field to field

HOW sweet 1 I roam’d from field to field  
And tasted all the summer’s pride,  
Till I the Prince of Love beheld  
Who in the sunny beams did glide!  
 
He show’d me lilies for my hair,      
And blushing roses for my brow;  
He led me through his gardens fair  
Where all his golden pleasures grow.  
 
With sweet May dews my wings were wet,  
And Phoebus fir’d my vocal rage;      
He caught me in his silken net,  
And shut me in his golden cage.  
 
He loves to sit and hear me sing,  
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;  
Then stretches out my golden wing,  
And mocks my loss of liberty.

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