In musty corners where the shadows cling, Lies undisturbed and still this thing of naught, Deep under sifting dust and cobwebs caught, Where scuttling rats and sprawling spiders bring The only hint of life. The great spokes swing No more. Through tiny rifts the light has wrought Its wonder, and to restless motes has brought Gay rainbowed dresses from the hands of spring. But hearts of steel do not forget great dreams; The old spokes turn and with a creaking groan, The wheels, quite shining now and freed from rust, Spring up to roll those paths by sun-checked streams . . . And now the prying rays of a dead moon Find only deeper shadows to encrust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PLACE OF PEACE by EDWIN MARKHAM A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1809) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE NIGHT AND DAY: 4 by ISAAC ROSENBERG |