William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

The Fairy - Poem by William Blake

‘COME hither, my Sparrows,
My little arrows.
If a tear or a smile
Will a man beguile,
If an amorous delay
Clouds a sunshiny day,
If the step of a foot
Smites the heart to its root,
'Tis the marriage-ring…
Makes each fairy a king.'

So a Fairy sung.
From the leaves I sprung;
He leap'd from the spray
To flee away;
But in my hat caught,
He soon shall be taught.
Let him laugh, let him cry,
He's my Butterfly;
For I've pull'd out the sting
Of the marriage-ring.

Topic(s) of this poem: fairy


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  • Ramesh Rai (3/2/2015 8:38:00 AM)


    Very soothing, expressing soulful emotion. (Report) Reply

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