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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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INVOCATION

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Siegfried Sassoon·1886–1967
ome down from heaven to meet me when my breathChokes, and through drumming shafts of stifling deathI stumble toward escape, to find the doorOpening on morn where I may breathe once moreClear cock-crow airs across some valley dimWith whispering trees. While dawn along the rimOf night's horizon flows in lakes of fire,Come down from heaven's bright hill, my song's desire. Belov'd and faithful, teach my soul to wakeIn glades deep-ranked with flowers that gleam and shakeAnd flock your paths with wonder. In your gazeShow me the vanquished vigil of my days.Mute in that golden silence hung with green,Come down from heaven and bring me in your eyesRemembrance of all beauty that has been,And stillness from the pools of Paradise.