Circular the building and the fire
A ring of stones wherein the fire was set
An eye hole high for smoke, a height for gyre
The wind might whistle. might bring chill, bleak, dire
The fire burned hot and red, the cats there sat
Circular the building and the fire
Warm when hunters came in from the mire
Meat was roasted ,everyone ate that
An eye-hole for the smoke, a height for gyre
Families slept in heaps, as cats desire
The fire must keep, the embers not go black
Circular the building and the fire
The wind looks in and tries to cool the fire
God sees through our eye, we eye him back
An hole above for smoke, a height for gyre
In each living heart there is a crack
The light and fire get in to fill our lack
Circular the building and the fire
The eye is God’s , the wind itself inspires