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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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Libido

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
ow should I know? The enormous wheels of willDrove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet.Night was void arms and you a phantom still,And day your far light swaying down the street.As never fool for love, I starved for you;My throat was dry and my eyes hot to see.Your mouth so lying was most heaven in view,And your remembered smell most agony. Love wakens love! I felt your hot wrist shiverAnd suddenly the mad victory I plannedFlashed real, in your burning bending head. . . .My conqueror's blood was cool as a deep riverIn shadow; and my heart beneath your handQuieter than a dead man on a bed.