THE FLY

How large unto the tiny fly

Must little things appear

A rosebud like a feather bed

It’s prickle like a spear

A dewdrop like a looking-glass

A hair like golden wire

The smallest grain of mustard seed

As fierce as coals of fire

A loaf of bread a lofty hill

A wasp a cruel leopard

And specks of salt as bright to see

As lambkins to a shepherd

(Written by Walter de la Mare)

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