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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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THREE SEASONS.

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
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A cup for hope!" she said,In springtime ere the bloom was old:The crimson wine was poor and coldBy her mouth's richer red. "A cup for love!" how low,How soft the words; and all the whileHer blush was rippling with a smileLike summer after snow. "A cup for memory!"Cold cup that one must drain alone:While autumn winds are up and moanAcross the barren sea. Hope, memory, love:Hope for fair morn, and love for day,And memory for the evening grayAnd solitary dove.
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