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William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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One who, or that which, accelerates.

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A SUMMER WISH.

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
ive all thy sweet life throughSweet Rose, dew-sprent,Drop down thine evening dewTo gather it anewWhen day is bright:I fancy thou wast meantChiefly to give delight. Sing in the silent sky,Glad soaring bird;Sing out thy notes on highTo sunbeam straying byOr passing cloud;Heedless if thou art heardSing thy full song aloud. O that it were with meAs with the flower;Blooming on its own treeFor butterfly and beeIts summer morns:That I might bloom mine hourA rose in spite of thorns. O that my work were doneAs birds' that soarRejoicing in the sun:That when my time is runAnd daylight too,I so might rest once moreCool with refreshing dew.