How Sweet I Roamed

How sweet I roam'd from field to field
And tasted all the summer's pride
'Til 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 garden 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