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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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Spring Quiet

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
one were but the Winter,Come were but the Spring,I would go to a covertWhere the birds sing; Where in the whitethornSingeth a thrush,And a robin singsIn the holly-bush. Full of fresh scentsAre the budding boughsArching high overA cool green house: Full of sweet scents,And whispering airWhich sayeth softly:"We spread no snare; "Here dwell in safety,Here dwell alone,With a clear streamAnd a mossy stone. "Here the sun shinethMost shadily;Here is heard an echoOf the far sea,Though far off it be."