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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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STATION

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H.D.·1886–1961
e descendInto a wall of green.Straggling shapes:Afterwards none are seen. I find myselfAlone.I look back:The city has grown. One grey wallWindowed, unlit.Heavily, nightCrushes the face of it. I go on.My memories freezeLike birds' cryIn hollow trees. I go on.Up and outrightTo the hostilityOf night.