Author William Blake 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. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 1.3 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments