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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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TO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW

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Ezra Pound·1885–1972
 Heart mine, art mine, whose embracesClasp but wind that past thee blowethE'en this air so subtly gloweth,Guerdoned by thy sun-gold traces,That my heart is half afraidFor the fragrance on him laid;Even so love's might amazes!