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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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AT CARNOY

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Siegfried Sassoon·1886–1967
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own in the hollow there's the whole BrigadeCamped in four groups: through twilight falling slowI hear a sound of mouth-organs, ill-played,And murmur of voices, gruff, confused, and low.Crouched among thistle-tufts I've watched the glowOf a blurred orange sunset flare and fade;And I'm content. To-morrow we must goTo take some cursèd Wood.... O world God made! _July_ 3_rd_, 1916.
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