English poem
O Lapwing, thou fliest around the heath
O Lapwing, thou fliest around the heath Nor seest the net that is spread beneath. Why dost thou not fly among the corn fields? They cannot spread nets where a harvest yields.
More by William Blake
- Nurse's Song
- O brother Ijim, if it is thy voice that speaks to me
- O dear Mother outline of knowledge most sage
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- O rose, thou art sick!
- O sons of Trojan Brutus, clothed in war
- Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes
- Old man! unworthy to be called the father of Tiriel’s race