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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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noun

One who, or that which, accelerates.

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BEAUTY AND BEAUTY

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
hen Beauty and Beauty meetAll naked, fair to fair,The earth is crying-sweet,And scattering-bright the air,Eddying, dizzying, closing round,With soft and drunken laughter ;Veiling all that may befallAfter—after— Where Beauty and Beauty met,Earth’s still a-tremble there,And winds are scented yet,And memory-soft the air,Bosoming, folding glints of light,And shreds of shadowy laughter ;Not the tears that fill the yearsAfter—after—  _ THE WAY THAT LOVERS USE The way that lovers use is this ; They bow, catch hands, with never a word,And their lips meet, and they do kiss, —So I have heard. They queerly find some healing so, And strange attainment in the touch ;There is a secret lovers know, —I have read as much. And theirs no longer joy nor smart,Changing or ending, night or day ; But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart,—So lovers say. 51