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Not in this chamber only at my birth-
When the long hours of that mysterious night
Were over, and the morning was in sight- I cried, but in strange places, steppe and firth
I have not seen, through alien grief and mirth; And never shall one room contain me quite
Who in so many rooms first saw the light, / Child of all mothers, native of the earth. So is no warmth for me at any fire
Today, when the world's fire has burned so low; I kneel, spending my breath in vain desire, / At that cold hearth which one time roared so strong:
And straighten back in weariness, and long
To gather up my little gods and go.