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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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Holy Sonnet XII: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On?

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H.D.·1886–1961
hy are we by all creatures waited on?Why do the prodigal elements supplyLife and food to me, being more pure than I,Simple, and further from corruption?Why brook'st thou, ignorant horse, subjection?Why dost thou, bull, and bore so seelily,Dissemble weakness, and by one man's stroke die,Whose whole kind you might swallow and feed upon?Weaker I am, woe is me, and worse than you,You have not sinned, nor need be timorous.But wonder at a greater wonder, for to usCreated nature doth these things subdue,But their Creator, whom sin nor nature tied,For us, His creatures, and His foes, hath died.