Little Fly, <br /> Thy summer's play <br /> My thoughtless hand <br /> Has brushed away. <br /> <br /> Am not I <br /> A fly like thee? <br /> Or art not thou <br /> A man like me? <br /> <br /> For I dance <br /> And drink, and sing, <br /> Till some blind hand <br /> Shall brush my wing. <br /> <br /> If thought is life <br /> And strength and breath <br /> And the want <br /> Of thought is death; <br /> <br /> Then am I <br /> A happy fly, <br /> If I live, <br /> Or if I die.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fly-2/
