i dreamed of a circle, i dreamed of a circle round.
and in that circle i had made were all the 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.
