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.

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.

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.

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.