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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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UNKNOWING

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Thomas Hardy·1840–1928·naturalism
HEN, soul in soul reflected,We breathed an æthered air,When we neglectedAll things elsewhere,And left the friendly friendlessTo keep our love aglow,We deemed it endless . . .—We did not know! When, by mad passion goaded,We planned to hie away,But, unforeboded,The storm-shafts graySo heavily down-patteredThat none could forthward go,Our lives seemed shattered . . .—We did not know! When I found you, helpless lying,And you waived my deep misprise,And swore me, dying,In phantom-guiseTo wing to me when grieving,And touch away my woe,We kissed, believing . . .—We did not know! But though, your powers outreckoning,You hold you dead and dumb,Or scorn my beckoning,And will not come;And I say, “’Twere mood ungainlyTo store her memory so:”I say it vainly—I feel and know!