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chapter-235		chapter-235			.txt	text/plain	172	9	83	Where the citys ceaseless crowd moves on the livelong day, Withdrawn I join a group of children watching, I pause aside with them. By the curb toward the edge of the flagging, A knife-grinder works at his wheel sharpening a great knife, Bending over he carefully holds it to the stone, by foot and knee, With measurd tread he turns rapidly, as he presses with light but firm hand, Forth issue then in copious golden jets, The scene and all its belongings, how they seize and affect me, The sad sharp-chinnd old man with worn clothes and broad shoulder-band of leather, The group, (an unminded point set in a vast surrounding,) The attentive, quiet children, the loud, proud, restive base of the streets, The low hoarse purr of the whirling stone, the light-pressd blade, Sparkles from the wheel. Sparkles from the wheel. Sparkles from the wheel.	./cache/chapter-235.txt	./txt/chapter-235.txt