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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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And hot secrets of dreams that day cannot say?).

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
he house is dumb; The night calls out to you. / Come, ah,come! S Down the dim stairs, through the creaking door, Naked, crawling on hands and feet —It is meet! it is meet! Ye are men no longer, but less and more, Beast and God. . . . Down the lampless street, By little black ways, and secret places, In the darkness and mire, Faint laughter around, and evil faces