In that red realm from whence are no returnings; Where toiling, and turmoiling, ever and aye He, and his thoughts, keep pensive worky-day!

I'faith, since ye saw me, I have been turmoiled From post to pillar: see how I am spoiled.

In that red realm from whence are no returnings; Where toiling and turmoiling ever and aye He, and his Thoughts, keep pensive worky-day.

He, who his unglad Task ever plies 'mid rotatory burnings, That round and round incalculably reel For wrath divine hath made him like a wheel In that red realm from whence are no returnings; Where toiling & turmoiling ever & aye He and his Thoughts keep pensive worky-day.

In that red realm from which are no returnings; Where toiling, and turmoiling, ever and aye He, and his thoughts, keep pensive working-day.