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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 no wind was blowing

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
nd I knewThat this was the hour of knowing,And the night and the woods and youWere one together, and I should findSoon in the silence the hidden keyOf all that had hurt and puzzled me --Why you were you, and the night was kind,And the woods were part of the heart of me. And there I waited breathlessly,Alone; and slowly the holy three,The three that I loved, together grewOne, in the hour of knowing,Night, and the woods, and you ----