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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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Those silent waters weave for him

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
fluctuant mutable world and dim,Where wavering masses bulge and gapeMysterious, and shape to shape Dies momently through whorl and hollow,And form and line and solid followSolid and line and form to dreamFantastic down the eternal stream; An obscure world, a shifting world,Bulbous, or pulled to thin, or curled,Or serpentine, or driving arrows, Or serene slidings, or March narrows.There slipping wave and shore are one,And weed and mud. No ray of sun,But glow to glow fades down the deep 58 (As dream to unknown dream in sleep) ;Shaken translucency illumes The hyaline of drifting glooms;