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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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There is a rumour and a radiance of wings above

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
n intolerable radiance of wings. ... All the earth grows fire,White lips of desireBrushing cool on the forehead, croon slumbrousthings.Earth fades; and the air is thrilled with ways,25 Dewy paths full of comfort. And radiant bands, The gracious presence of friendly hands, Help the blind one, the glad one, who stumbles andstrays, Stretching wavering hands, up, up, through thepraise Of a myriad silver trumpets, through cries, To all glory, to all gladness, to the infinite height, To the gracious, the unmoving, the mother eyes, And the laughter, and the lips, of light. 26