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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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FEAST OF THE PRESENTATION.

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
firstfruits of our grain,Infant and Lamb appointed to be slain,A Virgin and two doves were all Thy train,With one old man for state,When Thou didst enter first Thy Father’s gate. Since then Thy train hath beenFreeman and bondman, bishop, king and queen,With flaming candles and with garlands green:Oh happy all who waitOne day or thousand days around Thy gate. And these have offered Thee,Beside their hearts, great stores for charity,Gold, frankincense and myrrh; if such may beFor savour or for stateWithin the threshold of Thy golden gate. Then snowdrops and my heartI’ll bring, to find those blacker than Thou art:Yet, loving Lord, accept us in good part;And give me grace to waitA bruised reed bowed low before Thy gate.