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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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VISION

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Siegfried Sassoon·1886–1967
love all things that pass: their briefness isMusic that fades on transient silences.Winds, birds, and glittering leaves that flare and fall--They fling delight across the world; they callTo rhythmic-flashing limbs that rove and race...A moment in the dawn for Youth's lit face;A moment's passion, closing on the cry--'O Beauty, born of lovely things that die!'