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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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noun

One who, or that which, accelerates.

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MIRAGE.

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
he hope I dreamed of was a dream,Was but a dream; and now I wakeExceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,For a dream's sake. I hang my harp upon a tree,A weeping willow in a lake;I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snaptFor a dream's sake. Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;My silent heart, lie still and break:Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changedFor a dream's sake.