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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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BITTER FOR SWEET.

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
ummer is gone with all its roses,Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers,Its warm air and refreshing showers:And even Autumn closes. Yea, Autumn's chilly self is going,And winter comes which is yet colder;Each day the hoar-frost waxes bolderAnd the last buds cease blowing. "THE MASTER IS COME, AND CALLETHFOR THEE." Who calleth?--Thy Father calleth,Run, O Daughter, to wait on Him:He Who chasteneth but for a seasonTrims thy lamp that it burn not dim. Who calleth?--Thy Master calleth,Sit, Disciple, and learn of Him:He Who teacheth wisdom of AngelsMakes thee wise as the Cherubim, Who calleth?--Thy Monarch calleth,Rise, O Subject, and follow Him:He is stronger than Death or Devil,Fear not thou if the foe be grim. Who calleth?--Thy Lord God calleth.Fall, O Creature, adoring Him:He is jealous, thy God Almighty,Count not dear to thee life or limb. Who calleth?--Thy Bridegroom calleth,Soar, O Bride, with the Seraphim:He Who loves thee as no man loveth,Bids thee give up thy heart to Him.