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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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Follow down other windier skies

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
ew lures, alone? Or shall we stay, 54 Since this is all we’ve known, contentIn the lean twilight of such day, And not remember, not lament? That time when all is over, and Hand never flinches, brushing hand;And blood lies quiet, for all you’re near;And it’s but spoken words we hear,Where trumpets sang; when the mere skiesAre stranger and nobler than your eyes;And flesh is flesh, was flame before;And infinite hungers leap no more In the chance swaying of your dress;And love has changed to kindliness. ‘we 55