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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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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
THINK if you had loved me when I wanted;If I’d looked up one day, and seen your eyes,And found my wild sick blasphemous prayergranted,And your brown face, that’s full of pity and wise,Flushed suddenly; the white godhead in new fearIntolerably so struggling, and so shamed ;Most holy and far, if you’d come all too near,If earth had seen Earth’s lordliest wild limbstamed,Shaken, and trapped, and shivering, for my touch—Myself should I have slain? or that foul you?But this the strange gods, who had given so much,To have seen and known you, this they might notdo.One last shame’s spared me, one black word’s un-spoken ;And I’m alone; and you have not awoken. 51