The Fly (Blake)

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Blake's Plate of The Fly'.

Little Fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed 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.

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.