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 fo 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.