hey, It is a great pleasure I thinked a lot about great classics... I know the poems from this genius - something very nice translated in Russian, about nightingale and the cage, but I did not find the English original... oh no! This is!!
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 show'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.
also I adore his paintings! and the music and poetry by John Dowland.. and something so magic as this music -> [link][link]