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chapter-268		chapter-268			.txt	text/plain	142	11	84	Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours Yet, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also, Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles, Earth to a chamber of mourning turns--I hear the oerweening, mocking voice, Matter is conqueror--matter, triumphant only, continues onward. Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me, The call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarmd, uncertain, The sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding, tell me my destination. I understand your anguish, but I cannot help you, I approach, hear, behold, the sad mouth, the look out of the eyes, your mute inquiry, Whither I go from the bed I recline on, come tell me,-Old age, alarmd, uncertain--a young womans voice, appealing to me for comfort; A young mans voice, Shall I not escape?	./cache/chapter-268.txt	./txt/chapter-268.txt