William Blake - Song

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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 show’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 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
 
Хвала!
thanked 5 times
Поставио/ла: vevvevvevvev У: Петак, 20/11/2020 - 18:38
Last edited by sandringsandring on Уторак, 24/11/2020 - 13:17

 

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