My wheel is in the dark!
I cannot see a spoke
Yet know its dripping feet
Go round and round.
My foot is on the Tide!
An unfrequented road-
Yet have all roads
A clearing at the end-
Some have resigned the Loom-
Some in the busy tomb
Find quaint employ-
Some with new-stately feet-
Pass royal through the gate-
Flinging the problem back
At you and I!
