How sweet I roam’d from field to field, And tasted — William Blake

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!

Poetical Sketches [1783]. Song (How Sweet I Roamed), st. 1

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