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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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WRAITHS

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Siegfried Sassoon·1886–1967
hey know not the green leaves;In whose earth-haunting dreamDimly the forest heaves,And voiceless goes the stream.Strangely they seek a placeIn love's night-memoried hall;Peering from face to face,Until some heart shall callAnd keep them, for a breath,Half-mortal ... (_Hark to the rain!_) ...They are dead ... (_O hear how deathGropes on the shutter'd pane!_)