WINDING and grinding Round goes the mill: Winding and grinding Should never stand still. Ask not if neighbor Grind great or small: Spare not your labor, Grind your wheat all. Winding and grinding round goes the mill: Winding and grinding should never stand still. Winding and grinding Work through the day, Grief never minding -- Grind it away! What though tears dropping Rust as they fall? Have no wheel stopping -- Work comforts all. Winding and grinding round goes the mill: Winding and grinding should never stand still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN PICCADILLY by ISAAC ROSENBERG REVELATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER MADAGASCAR: AUBADE by WILLIAM DAVENANT BARNEY'S INVITATION by PHILIP FRENEAU ULTIMA THULE: THE TIDE RISES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 116 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 12. ON RECOVERING FROM A FIT OF SICKNESS IN COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE |