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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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III. SEPARATION.

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Matthew Arnold·1822–1888
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top! not to me, at this bitter departing,Speak of the sure consolations of time!Fresh be the wound, still-renewed be its smarting,So but thy image endure in its prime! But if the steadfast commandment of NatureWills that remembrance should always decay;If the loved form and the deep-cherished featureMust, when unseen, from the soul fade away,-- Me let no half-effaced memories cumber;Fled, fled at once, be all vestige of thee!Deep be the darkness, and still be the slumber;Dead be the past and its phantoms to me! Then, when we meet, and thy look strays toward me,Scanning my face and the changes wrought there;_Who_, let me say, _is this stranger regards me,With the gray eyes, and the lovely brown hair_?
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