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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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WIFE TO HUSBAND.

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
ardon the faults in me,For the love of years ago:Good by.I must drift across the sea,I must sink into the snow,I must die. You can bask in this sun,You can drink wine, and eat:Good by.I must gird myself and run,Though with unready feet:I must die. Blank sea to sail upon,Cold bed to sleep in:Good by.While you clasp, I must be goneFor all your weeping:I must die. A kiss for one friend,And a word for two,--Good by:--A lock that you must send,A kindness you must do:I must die. Not a word for you,Not a lock or kiss,Good by.We, one, must part in two:Verily death is this:I must die.