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Enfans D'adam 10

Part of the cluster Enfans d'Adam.


INQUIRING, tireless, seeking that yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over waves, toward the house of  
 maternity, the land of migrations, look afar,
Look off the shores of my Western Sea—having  
 arrived at last where I am—the circle almost  
For coming westward from Hindustan, from the vales  
 of Kashmere,
From Asia—from the north—from the God, the  
 sage, and the hero,
From the south—from the flowery peninsulas, and  
 the spice islands,
Now I face the old home again—looking over to it, 
 joyous, as after long travel, growth, and sleep;
But where is what I started for, so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?

Part of the cluster Enfans d'Adam.

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