Walt Whitman

LEAVES OF GRASS
(1891-92 issue)
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A Riddle Song

 That which eludes this verse and any verse,
 Unheard by sharpest ear, unform'd 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 chisel'd yet, nor painter painted,
 Which vocalist never sung, nor orator nor actor ever utter'd,
 Invoking here and now I challenge for my song.
 
 Indifferently, 'mid public, private haunts, in solitude,
 Behind the mountain and the wood,
 Companion of the city's busiest streets, through the assemblage,
 It and its radiations constantly glide.
 
 In looks of fair unconscious babes,
 Or strangely in the coffin'd dead,
 Or show of breaking dawn or stars by (...)
(......)