William Blake (1757–1827). The Poetical Works. 1908.
Songs of ExperienceThe Fly
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Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brush’d away.
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;
A happy fly,
If I live
Or if I die.