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.
