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!
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 in 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.
Then stretches out my golden wing
And mocks my loss of liberty.
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