Song 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 shew'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.
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Abrams discusses this aspect of Reynolds,Op. cit. M. A. Abrams,The Mirror and the Lamp. (Norton Library, 1958; first published by Oxford University Press, 1953.) Page references refer to the Norton edition. — All references to Blake's works are fromThe Poetry and Prose of William Blake. David V. Erdman and Harold Bloom, ed. (New York: Doubleday, 1965.) All page references refer to this text, p. 45.
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Simmons, R.E., Warner, J. Blake's “How sweet I roam'd”: From copy to vision. Neohelicon 1, 295–304 (1973). https://doi.org/10.1007/BF02028948
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