The Fly

Read 'The Fly' by 'William Blake' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

The Fly by William Blake

 Little Fly
Thy summers 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.

Form: Lyric

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