The world rolls round for ever like a mill;
It grinds out death and life and good and ill;
It has no purpose, heart or mind or will.
Part VIII - The City of Dreadful Night (1870–74)
The world rolls round for ever like a mill;
It grinds out death and life and good and ill;
It has no purpose, heart or mind or will.
Part VIII - The City of Dreadful Night (1870–74)