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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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LOVERS

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Siegfried Sassoon·1886–1967
ou were glad to-night: and now you've gone away.Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed;But as you fall asleep I hear you sayThose tired sweet drowsy words we left unsaid. I am alone: but in the windless nightI listen to the gurgling rain that veilsThe gloom with peace; and whispering of your whiteLimbs, and your mouth that stormed my throat with bliss,The rain becomes your voice, and tells me talesThat crowd my heart with memories of your kiss. Sleep well: for I can follow you, to blessAnd lull your distant beauty where you roam;And with wild songs of hoarded lovelinessRecall you to these arms that were your home.