Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

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!

1. A Victorian Rehearsal
2. Song to an Old Burden
3. Long Plighted
4. Paths of Former Time
5. The Gap in the White

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