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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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Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly

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H.D.·1886–1961
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am a little world made cunninglyOf elements, and an angelic sprite;But black sin hath betrayed to endless nightMy worlds both parts, and (oh!) both parts must die.You which beyond that heaven which was most highHave found new spheres, and of new lands can write,Pour new seas in mine eyes, that so I mightDrown my world with my weeping earnestly,Or wash it if it must be drowned no more:But oh it must be burnt! alas the fireOf lust and envy have burnt it heretofore,And made it fouler: Let their flames retire,And burn me, O Lord, with a fiery zealOf Thee and Thy house, which doth in eating heal.
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