I was the Midmost of my World

I was the midmost of my world

   When first I frisked me free,

For though within its circuit gleamed

   But a small company,

And I was immature, they seemed

   To bend their looks on me.

She was the midmost of my world

   When I went further forth,

And hence it was that, whether I turned

   To south, east, west, or north,

Beams of an all-day Polestar burned

   From that new axe of earth.

Where now is midmost in my world?

   I trace it not at all:

No midmost shows it here, or there,

   When wistful voices call

"We are fain!  We are fain!" from everywhere

   On Earth's bewildering ball!

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