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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

The Fly

by William Blake

1Little Fly,

2Thy summer's play

3My thoughtless hand

4Has brushed away.

5Am not I

6A fly like thee?

7Or art not thou

8A man like me?

9For I dance

10And drink, and sing,

11Till some blind hand

12Shall brush my wing.

13If thought is life

14And strength and breath

15And the want

16Of thought is death;

17Then am I

18A happy fly,

19If I live,

20Or if I die.

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Poem
The Fly
Poet
William Blake
Length
20 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Death & Loss, Summer, Nature

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Shape
20 lines · 5 quatrains
End rhyme
ABCB in 80% of the stanzas — ballad rhyme — only lines 2 and 4 chime. The remaining stanzas vary, often through slant rhyme.
Line length
Mostly 4-syllable lines (dimeter length).
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Author record
William Blake1757–1827
Source record
PoetryDBThe Fly by william-blake, PoetryDB transcription
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Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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