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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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THE FIRST SPRING DAY.

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
wonder if the sap is stirring yet,If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sunAnd crocus fires are kindling one by one:Sing, robin, sing!I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring. I wonder if the spring-tide of this yearWill bring another Spring both lost and dear;If heart and spirit will find out their Spring,Or if the world alone will bud and sing:Sing, hope, to me!Sweet notes, my hope, soft notes for memory. The sap will surely quicken soon or late,The tardiest bird will twitter to a mate;So Spring must dawn again with warmth and bloom,Or in this world, or in the world to come:Sing, voice of Spring!Till I too blossom and rejoice and sing.