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The Fairy ‘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. William Blake's other poems:
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