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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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From Spring Days To Winter (For Music)

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Oscar Wilde·1854–1900·Aestheticism
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n the glad springtime when leaves were green,O merrily the throstle sings!I sought, amid the tangled sheen,Love whom mine eyes had never seen,O the glad dove has golden wings! Between the blossoms red and white,O merrily the throstle sings!My love first came into my sight,O perfect vision of delight,O the glad dove has golden wings! The yellow apples glowed like fire,O merrily the throstle sings!O Love too great for lip or lyre,Blown rose of love and of desire,O the glad dove has golden wings! But now with snow the tree is grey,Ah, sadly now the throstle sings!My love is dead: ah! well-a-day,See at her silent feet I layA dove with broken wings!Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain -Fond Dove, fond Dove return again!
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