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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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POSTPONEMENT

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Thomas Hardy·1840–1928·naturalism
NOW-BOUND in woodland, a mournful word,Dropt now and then from the bill of a bird,Reached me on wind-wafts; and thus I heard,Wearily waiting:— “I planned her a nest in a leafless tree,But the passers eyed and twitted me,And said: ‘How reckless a bird is he,Cheerily mating!’ “Fear-filled, I stayed me till summer-tide,In lewth of leaves to throne her bride;But alas! her love for me waned and died,Wearily waiting. “Ah, had I been like some I see,Born to an evergreen nesting-tree,None had eyed and twitted me,Cheerily mating!” 1866.