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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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IV

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Ezra Pound·1885–1972
et when within my heart I gazeUpon my fair beyond the waters,Meseems my soul within me praysTo pass straightway beyond the waters.Though I be alway banishedFrom ways and woods that she doth tread,One thing there is that doth not fade, V Deep in my heart that spear-print stays,That wound I gat beyond the waters,Deeper with passage of the daysThat pass as swift and bitter waters,While a dull fire within my headMoveth itself if word be saidWhich hath concern with that far maid.