I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.And in that
circle I had made were allthe worlds unformed and unborn yet.A
volume, a sphere that was the earth,that was the moon, that did
revolve around my room.I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a
circle round.And in that circle was a maze,a terrible spiral to
be lost in.Blind in my fear,I was escaping just by feel.But at
every turn my way was sealed.I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of
a circle round.And in that circle was a face.Her eyes looked upon
me with fondness.Her warmth coming near,calling me "sweetness,"
calling me "dear."But I whispered, "no, I can't rest
here."I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.