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!