Little Fly
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brush’d away
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink & sing:
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing
If thought is life
And strength & breath
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly
If I live
Or if I die
Other John Alden Carpenter songs:
all John Alden Carpenter songs all songs from 1912