Ed Sanders: Song
William Blake
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 shew'd me lilies for my hair,
and blushing roses for my brow;
He lead 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.
and tasted all the summer's pride
Till I the prince of love beheld
who in the sunny beams did glide!
He shew'd me lilies for my hair,
and blushing roses for my brow;
He lead 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.