| I |
| Locke sank into a swoon; |
| The Garden died; |
| God took the spinning-jenny |
| Out of his side. |
| II |
| Where got I that truth? |
| Out of a medium’s mouth, |
| Out of nothing it came, |
| Out of the forest loam, |
| Out of dark night where lay |
| The crowns of Nineveh. |
| I |
| Locke sank into a swoon; |
| The Garden died; |
| God took the spinning-jenny |
| Out of his side. |
| II |
| Where got I that truth? |
| Out of a medium’s mouth, |
| Out of nothing it came, |
| Out of the forest loam, |
| Out of dark night where lay |
| The crowns of Nineveh. |