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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

The Fly

William Blake·1757–1827
Lines:20Movement:Romanticism
Little Fly,Thy summer's playMy thoughtless handHas brushed away. Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me? For I danceAnd drink, and sing,Till some blind handShall brush my wing. If thought is lifeAnd strength and breathAnd the wantOf thought is death; Then am IA happy fly,If I live,Or if I die.