The Fair

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 leapd 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 pulld out the Sting Of the marriage ring.

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