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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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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
arm perfumes like a breath from vine and treeDrift down the darkness. Plangent, hidden from eyes,Somewhere an _eukaleli_ thrills and criesAnd stabs with pain the night's brown savagery.And dark scents whisper; and dim waves creep to me,Gleam like a woman's hair, stretch out, and rise;And new stars burn into the ancient skies,Over the murmurous soft Hawaian sea. And I recall, lose, grasp, forget again,And still remember, a tale I have heard, or knownAn empty tale, of idleness and pain,Of two that loved--or did not love--and oneWhose perplexed heart did evil, foolishly,A long while since, and by some other sea.