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<h2><!-- page 53--><SPAN name="page53"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p. 53</span>I AM THE WORLD</h2>
<p style="text-align: center">BY DORA SIGERSON<br/>
(MRS CLEMENT SHORTER)</p>
<p class="poetry">I am the song, that rests upon the cloud;<br/>
I am the sun:<br/>
I am the dawn, the day, the hiding shroud,<br/>
When dusk is done.</p>
<p class="poetry">I am the changing colours of the tree;<br/>
The flower uncurled:<br/>
I am the melancholy of the sea;<br/>
I am the world.</p>
<p class="poetry">The other souls that, passing in their
place,<br/>
Each in their groove;<br/>
Out-stretching hands that chain me and embrace,<br/>
Speak and reprove.</p>
<p class="poetry">“O atom of that law, by which the
earth<br/>
Is poised and whirled;<br/>
Behold! you hurrying with the crowd assert<br/>
You are the world.”</p>
<p class="poetry">Am I not one with all the things that be<br/>
Warm in the sun?<br/>
All that my ears can hear, or eyes can see,<br/>
Till all be done.</p>
<p class="poetry"><!-- page 54--><SPAN name="page54"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>Of song and shine, of changing leaf
apart,<br/>
Of bud uncurled:<br/>
With all the senses pulsing at my heart,<br/>
I am the world.</p>
<p class="poetry">One day the song that drifts upon the wind,<br
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I shall not hear;<br/>
Nor shall the rosy shoots to eyes grown blind<br/>
Again appear.</p>
<p class="poetry">Deaf, in the dark, I shall arise and throw<br
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From off my soul,<br/>
The withered world with all its joy and woe,<br/>
That was my goal.</p>
<p class="poetry">I shall arise, and like a shooting star<br/>
Slip from my place;<br/>
So lingering see the old world from afar<br/>
Revolve in space.</p>
<p class="poetry">And know more things than all the wise may
know<br/>
Till all be done;<br/>
Till One shall come who, breathing on the stars,<br/>
Blows out the sun.</p>
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