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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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noun

One who, or that which, accelerates.

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Siegfried Sassoon·1886–1967
obert, when I drowse to-night,Skirting lawns of sleep to chaseShifting dreams in mazy light,Somewhere then I'll see your faceTurning back to bid me followWhere I wag my arms and hollo,Over hedges hasting afterCrooked smile and baffling laughter,Running tireless, floating, leaping,Down your web-hung woods and valleys,Garden glooms and hornbeam alleys,Where the glowworm stars are peeping,Till I find you, quiet as stoneOn a hill-top all alone,Staring outward, gravely ponderingJumbled leagues of hillock-wandering.