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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!