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.