| William Blake (1757–1827). The Poetical Works. 1908. | | | | Poetical Sketches | | Song: How sweet I roam’d from field to field |
| | | HOW sweet 1 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! | |
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| He show’d me lilies for my hair, | 5 |
| And blushing roses for my brow; | |
| He led me through his gardens fair | |
| Where all his golden pleasures grow. | |
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| With sweet May dews my wings were wet, | |
| And Phoebus fir’d my vocal rage; | 10 |
| He caught me in his silken net, | |
| And shut me in his golden cage. | |
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| He loves to sit and hear me sing, | |
| Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; | |
| Then stretches out my golden wing, | 15 |
| And mocks my loss of liberty. | |
| | | Note 1. How sweet, &c.] According to Malkin (Father’s Memoirs, 1806), this poem was written by Blake before the age of fourteen. [back] | | |
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