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!