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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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The Haunter

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Thomas Hardy·1840–1928·naturalism
e does not think that I haunt here nightly:How shall I let him knowThat whither his fancy sets him wanderingI, too, alertly go? -Hover and hover a few feet from himJust as I used to do,But cannot answer his words addressed me -Only listen thereto! When I could answer he did not say them:When I could let him knowHow I would like to join in his journeysSeldom he wished to go.Now that he goes and wants me with himMore than he used to do,Never he sees my faithful phantomThough he speaks thereto. Yes, I accompany him to placesOnly dreamers know,Where the shy hares limp long paces,Where the night rooks go;Into old aisles where the past is all to him,Close as his shade can do,Always lacking the power to call to him,Near as I reach thereto! What a good haunter I am, O tell him,Quickly make him knowIf he but sigh since my loss befell himStraight to his side I go.Tell him a faithful one is doingAll that love can doStill that his path may be worth pursuing,And to bring peace thereto.