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, & sing,
- Till some blind hand
- Shall brush my wing.
- If thought is life,
- And strength & breath,
- And the want
- Of thought is death;
- Then am I
- A happy fly,
- If I live
- or if I die.