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chapter-293		chapter-293			.txt	text/plain	331	18	81	A Riddle Song That which eludes this verse and any verse, Unheard by sharpest ear, unformd in clearest eye or cunningest mind, Nor lore nor fame, nor happiness nor wealth, And yet the pulse of every heart and life throughout the world incessantly, Which you and I and all pursuing ever ever miss, Open but still a secret, the real of the real, an illusion, Costless, vouchsafed to each, yet never man the owner, Which poets vainly seek to put in rhyme, historians in prose, Which sculptor never chiseld yet, nor painter painted, Which vocalist never sung, nor orator nor actor ever utterd, Invoking here and now I challenge for my song. Indifferently, mid public, private haunts, in solitude, Two little breaths of words comprising it, Two words, yet all from first to last comprised in it. land, have drawn mens eyes, Haply Gods riddle it, so vague and yet so certain,	./cache/chapter-293.txt	./txt/chapter-293.txt