Poem A Day

House or Window Flies

by John Clare

These little window dwellers, in cottages and halls, were always

entertaining to me; after dancing in the window all day from sunrise

to sunset they would sip of the tea, drink of the beer, and eat of the

sugar, and be welcome all summer long. They look like things of mind

or fairies, and seem pleased or dull as the weather permits. In many

clean cottages and genteel houses, they are allowed every liberty to

creep, fly, or do as they like; and seldom or ever do wrong. In fact

they are the small or dwarfish portion of our own family, and so many

fairy familiars that we know and treat as one of ourselves.

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