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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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Sonnet: I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
said I splendidly loved you; it's not true.Such long swift tides stir not a land-locked sea.On gods or fools the high risk falls -- on you --The clean clear bitter-sweet that's not for me.Love soars from earth to ecstasies unwist.Love is flung Lucifer-like from Heaven to Hell.But -- there are wanderers in the middle mist,Who cry for shadows, clutch, and cannot tellWhether they love at all, or, loving, whom:An old song's lady, a fool in fancy dress,Or phantoms, or their own face on the gloom;For love of Love, or from heart's loneliness.Pleasure's not theirs, nor pain. They doubt, and sigh,And do not love at all. Of these am I.