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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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VI. ABSENCE.

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Matthew Arnold·1822–1888
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n this fair stranger’s eyes of gray,Thine eyes, my love! I see.I shiver; for the passing dayHad borne me far from thee. This is the curse of life! that notA nobler, calmer trainOf wiser thoughts and feelings blotOur passions from our brain; But each day brings its petty dust,Our soon-choked souls to fill;And we forget because we must,And not because we will. I struggle towards the light; and ye,Once-longed-for storms of love!If with the light ye cannot be,I bear that ye remove. I struggle towards the light; but oh,While yet the night is chill,Upon time’s barren, stormy flow,Stay with me, Marguerite, still!
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