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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

15 lines
H.D.·1886–1961
yrtle is about your head,you have bent and caught the spray:each leaf is sharpagainst the lift and furrowof your bound hair. The narcissus has copied the archof your slight breast:your feet are citron-flowers,your knees, cut from white-ash,your thighs are rock-cistus. Your chin lifts straightfrom the hollow of your curved throat.Your shoulders are level--they have melted rare silverfor their breadth.