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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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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
s rivers seek the sea,Much more deep than they,So my soul seeks theeFar away:As running rivers moanOn their course aloneSo I moanLeft alone. As the delicate roseTo the sun's sweet strengthDoth herself unclose,Breadth and length:So spreads my heart to theeUnveiled utterly,I to theeUtterly. As morning dew exhalesSunwards pure and free,So my spirit failsAfter thee:As dew leaves not a traceOn the green earth's face;I, no traceOn thy face. Its goal the river knows,Dewdrops find a way,Sunlight cheers the roseIn her day:Shall I, lone sorrow past,Find thee at the last?Sorrow past,Thee at last?