World-Strangeness

Strange the world about me lies, Never yet familiar grown-- Still disturbs me with surprise, Haunts me like a face half known.

In this house with starry dome, Floored with gemlike plains and seas, Shall I never feel at home, Never wholly be at ease?

On from room to room I stray, Yet my Host can ne'er espy, And I know not to this day Whether guest or captive I.

So, between the starry dome And the floor of plains and seas, I have never felt at home, Never wholly been at ease.