[BNP/E3, 78 – 45]

The Circle.

I traced a circle on the ground,

It was a mystic figure strange

Wherein I thought there would abound

Mute symbols adequate of change,

And complex formulas of Law,

Which is the jaws of Change's maw.

My simpler thoughts in vain had stemmed

The current of this madness free,

But that my thinking is condemned

To symbol and analogy:

I deemed a circle might condense

With calm all mystery's violence.

And so in cabalistic mood

A circle traced I curious there;

Imperfect the made circle stood

Thought formèd with minutest care.

From magic's failure deeply I

A lesson took to make me sigh.

Alexander Search

June 30^th. 1907.