Poem by William Blake

Songs of Experience. The Fly

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance,
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live
Or if I die.

1. Songs of Experience. Nurse's Song
2. A Divine Image
3. Songs of Experience. The Sick Rose
4. To the Accuser Who Is the God of This World
5. Eternity

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