Poem by William Blake

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 Two Songs
2. The Everlasting Gospel
3. Songs of Experience. The Little Girl Found
4. To the Accuser Who Is the God of This World
5. Three Things to Remember

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