I was the midmost of my world
       &nbsp When first I frisked me free,
For though within its circuit gleamed
       &nbsp But a small company,
And I was immature, they seemed
       &nbsp To bend their looks on me.

She was the midmost of my world
       &nbsp When I went further forth,
And hence it was that, whether I turned
       &nbsp To south, east, west, or north,
Beams of an all-day Polestar burned
       &nbsp From that new axe of earth.

Where now is midmost in my world?
       &nbsp I trace it not at all:
No midmost shows it here, or there,
       &nbsp When wistful voices call
“We are fain! We are fain!” from everywhere
       &nbsp On Earth’s bewildering ball!