Here you will find the Poem The Circles of poet Coventry Patmore
`Within yon world-wide cirque of war What's hidden which they fight so for?? My guide made answer, `Rich increase Of virtue and use, which are by peace, And peace by war. That inner ring Are craftsmen, working many a thing For use, and, these within, the wise Explore the grass and read the skies.? `Can the stars? motions give me peace, Or the herbs' virtues mine increase? Of all this triple shell,? said I, `Would that I might the kernel spy!? A narrower circle then I reach'd, Where sang a few and many preach'd Of life immortal. `But,? I said, `The riddle yet I have not read. Life I must know, that care I may For life in me to last for aye.? Then he, `Those voices are a charm To keep yon dove-cot out of harm.? In the centre, then, he show'd a tent Where, laughing safe, a woman bent Over her babe, and, her above, Lean'd in his turn a graver love. `Behold the two idolatries By which,? cried he, `the world defies Chaos and death, and for whose sake All else must war and work and wake.?
