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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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TO STELLA.

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Thomas Gray·1716–1771
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vening now, from purple wings,Sheds the grateful gifts she brings;Brilliant drops bedeck the mead,Cooling breezes shake the reed--Shake the reed, and curl the stream,Silver'd o'er with Cynthia's beam;Near, the chequer'd, lonely grove,Hears, and keeps thy secrets, Love.Stella, thither let us strayLightly o'er the dewy way! 10Phoebus drives his burning car,Hence, my lovely Stella, far;In his stead, the Queen of NightRound us pours a lambent light;Light that seems but just to showBreasts that beat, and cheeks that glow;Let us now, in whisper'd joy,Evening's silent hours employ,Silence best, and conscious shades,Please the hearts that love invades; 20Other pleasures give them pain,Lovers all but love disdain. * * * * *
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