He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, — William Blake

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.

Poetical Sketches. Song (How Sweet I Roamed), st. 4

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