William Blake (Уильям Блейк)

The Fairy

‘COME hither, my Sparrows,
My little arrows.
If a tear or a smile
Will a man beguile,
If an amorous delay
Clouds a sunshiny day,
If the step of a foot
Smites the heart to its root,
'Tis the marriage-ring…
Makes each fairy a king.'

So a Fairy sung.
From the leaves I sprung;
He leap'd from the spray
To flee away;
But in my hat caught,
He soon shall be taught.
Let him laugh, let him cry,
He's my Butterfly;
For I've pull'd out the sting
Of the marriage-ring. 

1. The Invocation
2. To Thomas Butts
3. Three Things to Remember
4. Songs of Experience. The Chimney Sweeper
5. Songs of Experience. The Little Girl Found

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