• World World, spinning round,
    In a place made so profound;
    Whose invisible unknown land,
    Would brand thy body and water?

    In what three tiers or station.
    Gift thee imagination?
    On what white wish dare we speak?
    What the base, dare prey the weak?

    Or whose idea, or whose mind,
    Would net together of thy kind?
    Or how the wood mind echos,
    Whose good Saints? Or whose fine Psychos?

    Why a heaven! why a hell ,
    Who there has thy pluck to tell?
    Why perfection? why deception,
    Dare corrupt thy perception!

    Where grey obscures black and white
    And covers over in the night:
    Does thee see the great distort?
    To whither does thee get retort?

    World World spinning round,
    In a place made so profound:
    Whose invisible unknown land,
    Dare brand thy body and water?