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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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One who, or that which, accelerates.

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UNFORTUNATE

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
eart, you are restless as a paper scrapThat’s tossed down dusty pavements by the wind ;Saying, “ She is most wise, patient and kind.Between the small hands folded in her lapSurely a shamed head may bow down at length,And find forgiveness where the shadows stirAbout her lips, and wisdom in her strength,Peace in her peace. Come to her, come toher!”... She will not care. She’ll smile to see me come,So that I think all Heaven in flower to fold me._..She’ll give me all I ask, kiss me and hold me,And open wide upon that holy airThe gates of peace, and take my tiredness home,Kinder than God. But, heart, she will not care. 43