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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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Second Best

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
ere in the dark, O heart;Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night,And Silence, and the warm strange smell of clover;Clear-visioned, though it break you; far apartFrom the dead best, the dear and old delight;Throw down your dreams of immortality,O faithful, O foolish lover!Here's peace for you, and surety; here the oneWisdom -- the truth! -- "All day the good glad sunShowers love and labour on you, wine and song;The greenwood laughs, the wind blows, all day longTill night." And night ends all things.Then shall beNo lamp relumed in heaven, no voices crying,Or changing lights, or dreams and forms that hover!(And, heart, for all your sighing,That gladness and those tears are over, over. . . .) And has the truth brought no new hope at all,Heart, that you're weeping yet for Paradise?Do they still whisper, the old weary cries?"'MID YOUTH AND SONG, FEASTING AND CARNIVAL,THROUGH LAUGHTER, THROUGH THE ROSES, AS OF OLDCOMES DEATH, ON SHADOWY AND RELENTLESS FEET,DEATH, UNAPPEASABLE BY PRAYER OR GOLD;DEATH IS THE END, THE END!"Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greetDeath as a friend! Exile of immortality, strongly wise,Strain through the dark with undesirous eyesTo what may lie beyond it. Sets your star,O heart, for ever! Yet, behind the night,Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar,Some white tremendous daybreak. And the light,Returning, shall give back the golden hours,Ocean a windless level, Earth a lawnSpacious and full of sunlit dancing-places,And laughter, and music, and, among the flowers,The gay child-hearts of men, and the child-facesO heart, in the great dawn!