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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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As I pass down the corridor

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H.D.·1886–1961
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ou will be dark, unkempt,but I pray for one glimpse of your face--why do I want this?I who have seen you at the banqueteach flower of your hyacinth-circletwhite against your hair. Why do I want this,when even last nightyou startled me from sleep?You stood against the dark rock,you grasped an elder staff. So many nightsyou have distracted me from terror.Once you lifted a spear-flower.I remember how you stoopedto gather it--and it flamed, the leaf and shootand the threads, yellow, yellow--sheer till they burntto red-purple in the cup. As I pass your cell-doordo not speak.I was first on the list--They may forget you tried to shield meas the horsemen passed.
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