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How I roam'd from field to field,
And all the summer's pride,
I the prince of love beheld,
Who in the beams did glide!

He shew'd me for my hair,
And roses for my brow;
He led me through his fair,
Where all his golden grow.

sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus my vocal rage;
He caught me in his net,
And me in his golden cage.

He to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays me,
Then stretches out my wing,
And my loss of liberty.