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...WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FOR LOVE'S SAKE, KISS ME ONCE AGAIN! by BEN JONSON MESSMATES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT THE SNOB by WILLIAM ROSE BENET HILLS OF HOME by WITTER BYNNER RECEIPT FOR AN APPETITE by ALICE CARY THE SWASHBUCKLER by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |