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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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Like the Touch of Rain

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IKE the touch of rain she wasOn a man's flesh and hair and eyesWhen the joy of walking thusHas taken him by surprise: With the love of the storm he burns,He sings, he laughs, well I know how,But forgets when he returnsAs I shall not forget her "Go now." Those two words shut a doorBetween me and the blessed rainThat was never shut beforeAnd will not open again.