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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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SEA GODS

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H.D.·1886–1961
 They say there is no hope--sand--drift--rocks--rubble of the sea--the broken hulk of a ship,hung with shreds of rope,pallid under the cracked pitch. They say there is no hopeto conjure you--no whip of the tongue to anger you--no hate of wordsyou must rise to refute. They say you are twisted by the sea,you are cut apartby wave-break upon wave-break,that you are misshapen by the sharp rocks,broken by the rasp and after-rasp. That you are cut, torn, mangled,torn by the stress and beat,no stronger than the strips of sandalong your ragged beach.