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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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Snow

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N the gloom of whiteness,In the great silence of snow,A child was sighingAnd bitterly saying: "Oh,They have killed a white bird up there on her nest,The down is fluttering from her breast."And still it fell through that dusky brightnessOn the child crying for the bird of the snow.