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Ere that fair night had reached her highestbound,We met and grasped each other’s trembling hand ; AND THEIR LOST HOPE. 15 With faltering whispers scaled the fearful ground,
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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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