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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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First Praise

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William Carlos Williams·1883–1963·Beat Generation
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ady of dusk-wood fastnesses,Thou art my Lady.I have known the crisp, splintering leaf-tread with thee on before,White, slender through green saplings;I have lain by thee on the brown forest floorBeside thee, my Lady. Lady of rivers strewn with stones,Only thou art my Lady.Where thousand the freshets are crowded like peasants to a fair;Clear-skinned, wild from seclusionThey jostle white-armed down the tent-bordered thoroughfarePraising my Lady.
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