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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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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
Cursed is the ground for thy sake.” Yet earth was very good in days of old,And earth is lovely still:Still for the sacred flock she spreads the fold,For Sion rears the hill. Mother she is, and cradle of our race,A depth where treasures lie,The broad foundation of a holy place,Man’s step to scale the sky. She spreads the harvest-field which Angels reap,And lo! the crop is white;She spreads God’s Acre where the happy sleepAll night that is not night. Earth may not pass till heaven shall pass away,Nor heaven may be renewedExcept with earth: and once more in that dayEarth shall be very good.