My Wheel is in the dark. I cannot see a spoke - Yet know it's dripping feet Go round and round. My foot is on the tide - An unfrequented road Yet have all roads A "Clearing" at the end. Some have resigned the Loom - Some - in the busy tomb Find quaint employ. Some with new - stately feet Pass royal thro' the gate Flinging the problem back, at you & I | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 25 by THOMAS CAMPION ALEXANDER CRUMMELL - DEAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CAPTAIN BING by LYMAN FRANK BAUM NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 7 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 53. FAREWELL TO JULIET (15) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO ONE WITH A SPRING NOSEGAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |