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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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I STOOD WITH THE DEAD

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Siegfried Sassoon·1886–1967
stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still:When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead.And my slow heart said, "You must kill; you must kill:Soldier, soldier, morning is red." On the shapes of the slain in their crumpled disgraceI stared for a while through the thin cold rain...."O lad that I loved, there is rain on your face,And your eyes are blurred and sick like the plain." I stood with the Dead.... They were dead; they were dead;My heart and my head beat a march of dismay:And gusts of the wind came dulled by the guns ..."Fall in!" I shouted; "Fall in for your pay!"