Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth

 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
 To-day, 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.

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