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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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Oscar Wilde·1854–1900·Aestheticism
READ lightly, she is nearUnder the snow,Speak gently, she can hearThe daisies grow. All her bright golden hairTarnished with rust,She that was young and fairFallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow,She hardly knewShe was a woman, soSweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone,Lie on her breast,I vex my heart alone,She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hearLyre or sonnet,All my life’s buried here,Heap earth upon it.