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Algotsson, Mathias
SSA
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William Blake (1757-1827)
THE FLY
Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
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 am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
INNOCENCE - EXPERIENCE
I cannot find
the undaunted courage of a virgin mind,
for early I in Love was crossed
before my flower of Love was lost