WE move, the wheel must always move, Nor always on the plain, And if we move to such a goal As Wisdom hopes to gain, Then you that drive, and know your craft, Will firmly hold the rein, Nor lend an ear to random cries, Or you may drive in vain; For some cry 'Quick' and some cry 'Slow,' But, while the hills remain, Up hill 'Too-slow' will need the whip, Down hill 'Too-quick' the chain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES DESIGNED TO BE SENT TO MR. ADAMS by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST DUSK; TO MADEMOISELLE MARIE LAURENCIN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE TO A FRIEND by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LILIES: 4. BLOSSOMS ABOVE A TOMB by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) WATCHING RUNNING WATER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AND ONE SHALL LIVE IN TWO by JONATHAN HENDERSON BROOKS DARTMOOR: SUNSET AT CHAGFORD: RESPONDENT DHMIOURGOS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FOURTH ECLOGUE. TO MR. THOMAS MANWOOD by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |