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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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III

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H.D.·1886–1961
ne chuckles by the brook for me:One rages under the stone.One makes a spout of his mouth,One whispers--one is gone. One over there on the waterSpreads cold ripplesFor meEnticingly. The vast dark treesFlow like blue veilsOf tearsInto the water. Sour sprites,Moaning and chuckling,What have you hidden from me? "In the palace of the blue stone she lies foreverBound hand and foot."