William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Song: How sweet I roamd from field to fieldWilliam Blake (17571827)
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And tasted all the summer’s pride,
Till I the prince of love beheld
Who in the sunny beams did glide!
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his gardens fair
Where all his golden pleasures grow.
And Phœbus fir’d my vocal rage;
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.