Thelema — The Fly lyrics

Lyrics

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, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing
If thought is life
And strength and breath.
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I A happy fly.
If I live
Or if I die