The Fox, the Owl, the Beetle and the Bat,
By sweet reserve and modesty get fat.
A fragment of a sonnet rather than an entire poem, but it has stuck in my head since I saw it in Blake's notebook at the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford, last January. There's something quite perfect in the rhythm, the images and the sounds. And like everything Blake wrote, engraved, drew and painted, mysterious and rich and evocative. You can see the notebook here in the British Library's collection.