Skinkle past in quick array
While it is still the self-same day,
A’e day o’ a’ the million days
Through which the soul o’ man can gaze
Upon the wheel’s incessant blaze,
Upon the wheel’s incessant blaze
As it were on a single place
That twinklin’ filled the howe o’ space.
A’e point is a’ that it can be,
I wis nae man ’ll ever see