Song (‘How sweet I roam’d from field to field’)  25117

  • Poem
  • from Poetical Sketches
  • by
  • first line (public domain):
    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!
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