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The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||
THE FLY.
Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink & sing;
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
And drink & sing;
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
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If thought is life
And strength & breath;
And the want
Of thought is death;
And strength & breath;
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||