Strange the world about me lies, <br />Never yet familiar grown- <br />Still disturbs me with surprise, <br />Haunts me like a face half known. <br /> <br />In this house with starry dome, <br />Floored with gemlike plains and seas, <br />Shall I never feel at home, <br />Never wholly be at ease? <br /> <br />On from room to room I stray, <br />Yet my Host can ne'er espy, <br />And I know not to this day <br />Whether guest or captive I. <br /> <br />So, between the starry dome <br />And the floor of plains and seas, <br />I have never felt at home, <br />Never wholly been at ease.<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/world-strangeness/
