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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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Pervigilium

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Ezra Pound·1885–1972
he gilded phaloi of the crocusesare thrusting at the spring air.Here is there naught of dead godsBut a procession of festival,A procession, O Giulio Romano,Fit for your spirit to dwell in.Dione, your nights are upon us.