SONG: HOW SWEET I ROAM'D FROM FIELD TO FIELD - Marjorie Pickthall Poems

 
 

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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 shew'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 Phœbus 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.