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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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HERMES OF THE WAYS

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H.D.·1886–1961
he hard sand breaks,and the grains of itare clear as wine. Far off over the leagues of it,the wind,playing on the wide shore,piles little ridges,and the great wavesbreak over it. But more than the many-foamed waysof the sea,I know himof the triple path-ways,Hermes,who awaits. Dubious,facing three ways,welcoming wayfarers,he whom the sea-orchardshelters from the west,from the eastweathers sea-wind;fronts the great dunes. Wind rushesover the dunes,and the coarse, salt-crusted grassanswers. Heu,it whips round my ankles!