“I WAS THE MIDMOST”

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!