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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?

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The Path

22 lines
Edward Thomas
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UNNING along a bank, a parapetThat saves from the precipitous wood belowThe level road, there is a path. It servesChildren for looking down the long smooth steep,Between the legs of beech and yew, to whereA fallen tree checks the sight: while men and womenContent themselves with the road and what they seeOver the bank, and what the children tell.The path, winding like silver, trickles on,Bordered and even invaded by thinnest mossThat tries to cover roots and crumbling chalkWith gold, olive, and emerald, but in vain.The children wear it. They have flattened the bankOn top, and silvered it between the mossWith the current of their feet, year after year.But the road is houseless, and leads not to school.To see a child is rare there, and the eyeHas but the road, the wood that overhangsAnd underyawns it, and the path that looksAs if it led on to some legendaryOr fancied place where men have wished to goAnd stay; till, sudden, it ends where the wood ends.
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