How sweet I roam'd from field to field, <br />And tasted all the summer's pride <br />'Til the prince of love beheld <br />Who in the sunny beams did glide! <br /> <br />He shew'd me lilies for my hair <br />And blushing roses for my brow; <br />He led me through his garden fair, <br />Where all his golden pleasures grow. <br /> <br />With sweet May dews my wings were wet, <br />And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage <br />He caught me in his silken net, <br />And shut me in his golden cage. <br /> <br />He loves to sit and hear me sing, <br />Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; <br />Then stretches out my golden wing, <br />And mocks my loss of liberty.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-sweet-i-roam-d/
