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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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THE BLUE SYMPHONY

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H.D.·1886–1961
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 The darkness rolls upward.The thick darkness carries with itRain and a ravel of cloud.The sun comes forth upon earth. Palely the dawnLeaves me facing timidlyOld gardens sunken:And in the gardens is water. Sombre wreck--autumnal leaves;Shadowy roofsIn the blue mist,And a willow-branch that is broken. O old pagodas of my soul, how you glittered across green trees! Blue and cool:Blue, tremulously,Blow faint puffs of smokeAcross sombre pools.The damp green smell of rotted wood;And a heron that cries from out the water.
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