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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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A LETTER HOME

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Siegfried Sassoon·1886–1967
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To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloomOf my quiet attic room.France goes rolling all around,Fledged with forest May has crowned.And I puff my pipe, calm-hearted,Thinking how the fighting started,Wondering when we'll ever end it,Back to Hell with Kaiser send it,Gag the noise, pack up and go,Clockwork soldiers in a row.I've got better things to doThan to waste my time on you.
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