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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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Ah! the long road! and you so far away!

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
h, [’ll remember! but . . . each crawling day Will pale a little your scarlet lips, each mileDuil the dear pain of your remembered face. - -- Do you think there’s a far, bordered town,somewhere,The desert’s edge, last of aie lands we know,Some gaunt eventual limit of our light,In which I'll find you waiting; and we'll goTogether, hand in hand again, out there,Into the waste we know not, into the night? 45