How Sweet I Roamed

How sweet I roamed from field to field
And tasted all the summer's pride
Till I the prince of love beheld
Who in the sunny east did glide
He showed 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 Phoebus fired 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
And laughing sports and plays with me
Then stretches out my golden wing
And mocks my loss of liberty