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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WHEELING WORLD, by JAMES ROBERT ALLEN First Line: A passing blur across the line of sight Last Line: The lords of all that is, are you and I. | |||
A passing blur across the line of sight; A glimpse of wheels that spurn the servile road; And, in control, a human brain of might, From which, in some way, all the wheels have flowed. The first to rotate from some master mind, In some lost day, which ages now conceal, Has spawned material progress for mankind; Bound, like Ixion, to the whirling wheel. Thus suns and universes roll on high, In labyrinthic mazes undefined. The wheels of fate revolve across the sky, As if directed by some master mind. And yet, it seems -- we may not reason why -- The lords of all that is, are you and I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING ARTS AND LEARNING IN AMERICA by GEORGE BERKELEY VICTORY BELLS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING HAIL COLUMBIA by JOSEPH HOPKINSON A VERMONT SUNDAY DINNER by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY DOVECOTT MILL: 5. THE PLAYMATES by PHOEBE CARY THE VIGIL OF AIDEN, SELECTION by THOMAS HOLLEY CHIVERS WE THANK THEE by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK |
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