Pervigilium
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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.
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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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