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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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EASTER EVEN.

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
he tempest over and gone, the calm begun,Lo, “it is finished” and the Strong Man sleeps:All stars keep vigil watching for the sun,The moon her vigil keeps. A garden full of silence and of dewBeside a virgin cave and entrance stone:Surely a garden full of Angels too,Wondering, on watch, alone. They who cry “Holy, Holy, Holy,” stillVeiling their faces round God’s Throne above,May well keep vigil on this heavenly hillAnd cry their cry of love, Adoring God in His new mysteryOf Love more deep than bell, more strong than death;Until the day break and the shadows flee,The Shaking and the Breath. “Our Church palms are budding willow twigs.” While Christ lay dead the widowed worldWore willow green for hope undone:Till, when bright Easter dews impearledThe chilly burial earth,All north and south, all east and west,Flushed rosy in the arising sun;Hope laughed, and Faith resumed her rest,And Love remembered mirth.