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Poem by William Blake


Song (How sweet I roam'd from field to field)


How sweet 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.



William Blake


William Blake's other poems:
  1. Epigram
  2. Songs of Experience. The Chimney Sweeper
  3. A Cradle Song (Sleep, sleep, beauty bright)
  4. Songs of Experience. Nurse's Song
  5. Songs of Experience. The Sick Rose

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