Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am I not
A fly like thee?
Or art thou not
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 I am
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die...
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