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In summer season, after sickness past;
And fell, surprised my sense, into deep trance:
Wherein meseemed, much musing in my thought;
I cogitations heard, of many hearts;
That came and went, in MANTOWNS market-place,
Whereon I looked. And in my spirit I asked;
What were indeed right paths of a man's feet;
That lacking light, wont stumble in Worlds murk.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |