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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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The Spring

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Ezra Pound·1885–1972
ydonian spring with her attendant train,Maelids and water-girls,Stepping beneath a boisterous wind from Thrace,Throughout this sylvan placeSpreads the bright tips,And every vine-stock isClad in new brilliancies.And wild desireFalls like black lightning.O bewildered heart,Though every branch have back what last year lost,She, who moved here amid the cyclamen,Moves only now a clinging tenuous ghost.