Riddle 39

Writings say,
that there is a creature
with mankind,
oftentimes,
plain and visible ;
it has special craft,
greater by much
than men know of :
it will seek
every one separately
bearing life,
departs again on its way :
it is not ever
there a second night,
but it must always,
with exile's track,
homeless wander,
yet is not the viler.
It has nor foot nor hand,
nor earth ever touch'd,
nor eyes,
either of the two,
nor mouth has it,
nor speech with men,
nor has it understanding ;
but writings say
that it is poorest
of all creatures,
which, after their kinds,
have been brought forth.
It has nor soul nor life,
but it fates shall,
through this wonder-world,
amply endure.
It has no blood nor bones,
yet has to children been,
throughout this mid-earth,
to many, a comfort.
Heaven it never touch'd,
nor to hell may go,
but it shall always
in the King of glories'
doctrines live.
Long is to say,
how its life
afterwards goes,
the tortuous decrees of fate.
That is a curious thing
to tell of :
true is everything
which, concerning this creature,
we by words signify.
It has not any limb,
yet lives nevertheless.
If thou canst riddles
quickly tell,
in true words,
say what it is call'd.