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
Pa** royal through the gate
Flinging the problem back
At you and I!