In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45. The baby new to earth and sky

The baby new to earth and sky,
        What time his tender palm is prest
        Against the circle of the breast,
    Has never thought that "this is I":
    But as he grows he gathers much,
        And learns the use of "I," and "me,"
        And finds "I am not what I see,
    And other than the things I touch."
    So rounds he to a separate mind
       From whence clear memory may begin,
       As thro' the frame that binds him in
   His isolation grows defined.

   This use may lie in blood and breath
       Which else were fruitless of their due,
       Had man to learn himself anew
   Beyond the second birth of Death.