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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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And you love me?

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Stephen Crane·1871–1900·literary realism
love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved,When I strive to come to you,Man’s opinions, a thousand thickets,My interwoven existence,My life,Caught in the stubble of the worldLike a tender veil,--This stays me.No strange move can I makeWithout noise of tearing.I dare not. If love loves,There is no worldNor word.All is lostSave thought of loveAnd place to dream.You love me? I love you. You are, then, cold coward.