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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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THE HERO

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Siegfried Sassoon·1886–1967
Jack fell as he'd have wished," the Mother said,And folded up the letter that she'd read."The Colonel writes so nicely." Something brokeIn the tired voice that quavered to a choke.She half looked up. "We mothers are so proudOf our dead soldiers." Then her face was bowed. Quietly the Brother Officer went out.He'd told the poor old dear some gallant liesThat she would nourish all her days, no doubt.For while he coughed and mumbled, her weak eyesHad shone with gentle triumph, brimmed with joy,Because he'd been so brave, her glorious boy. He thought how "Jack," cold-footed, useless swine,Had panicked down the trench that night the mineWent up at Wicked Corner; how he'd triedTo get sent home; and how, at last, he died,Blown to small bits. And no one seemed to careExcept that lonely woman with white hair.