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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE OLD JEW by MAXWELL BODENHEIM A LETTER: A MANDARIN TO HIS WIFE by JESSIE MCINTOSH BROWN MASKS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |