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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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ACCIDENT

16 lines
H.D.·1886–1961
ear one!you sit therein the corner of the carriage;and you do not know me;and your eyes forbid. Is it the dirt, the squalor,the wear of human bodies,and the dead faces of our neighbours?These are but symbols. You are proud; I praise you;your mouth is set; you see beyond us;and you see nothing. I have the vision of your calm, cold face,and of the black hair that waves above it;I watch you; I love you;I desire you.