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here in wild-winged crowdsBlown birds show their whitenessUp against the lightnessOf the clammy clouds;By the random riverPushing to the sea,Under bents that quiverThere rest we.
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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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