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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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DOUBTS

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
hen she sleeps, her soul, I know,Goes a wanderer on the air,Wings where I may never go,Leaves her lying, still and fair,Waiting, empty, laid aside,Like a dress upon a chair....This I know, and yet I knowDoubts that will not be denied. For if the soul be not in place,What has laid trouble in her face?And, sits there nothing ware and wiseBehind the curtains of her eyes,What is it, in the self's eclipse,Shadows, soft and passingly,About the corners of her lips,The smile that is essential she? And if the spirit be not there,Why is fragrance in the hair?