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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 VI: This Is My Play's Last Scene, Here Heavens Appoint

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H.D.·1886–1961
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his is my play's last scene, here heavens appointMy pilgrimage's last mile; and my raceIdly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace,My span's last inch, my minute's latest point,And gluttonous death, will instantly unjointMy body and soul, and I shall sleep a space;But my ever-waking part shall see that face,Whose fear already shakes my every joint:Then, as my soul, t' heaven her first seat, takes flight,And earth-born body in the earth shall dwell,So fall my sins that all may have their right(To where they're bred, and would press me) to hell.Impute me righteous, thus purged of evil,For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devil.
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