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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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MUTABILITY

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
hey say there’s a high windless world and strange,Out of the wash of days and temporal tide,Where Faith and Good, Wisdom and Truth abide, Alterna corpora, subject to no change. There the sure suns of these pale shadows move ;There stand the immortal ensigns of our war ;Our melting flesh fixed Beauty there, a star, And perishing hearts, imperishable Love. ~. . Dear, we know only that we sigh, kiss, smile ;Each kiss lasts but the kissing ; and grief goes over ;Love has no habitation but the heart. Poor straws ! on the dark flood we catch awhile,Cling, and are borne into the night apart.The laugh dies with the lips, ‘ Love’ with the lover. SoutH KEensincron—MAKAWELI, 1913 38 a ¥ -