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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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Woman's Constancy

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H.D.·1886–1961
ow thou hast loved me one whole day,Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say?Wilt thou then antedate some new made vow? Or say that nowWe are not just those persons, which we were?Or, that oaths made in reverential fearOf Love, and his wrath, any may forswear?Or, as true deaths, true marriages untie,So lovers' contracts, images of those,Bind but till sleep, death's image, them unloose? Or, your own end to justify,For having purposed change, and falsehood, youCan have no way but falsehood to be true?Vain lunatic, against these 'scapes I could Dispute, and conquer, if I would, Which I abstain to do,For by tomorrow, I may think so too.