HOW strange a thing to think upon: Whilst we sit here with pipes and wine This world of ours goes roving on Where stars and planets shine. @3And round and round and round and round This brave old ball, still out and in— Whilst we sit still on solid ground— Doth spin and spin and spin.@1 And, whilst we're glad with pipes and wine, We travel leagues and leagues of space: Our arbour's trellised with the vine, Our host's a jocund face. @3Yet on and on and on This brave old ball spins in and out: Why, here's a thing to think upon And make a song about.@1 Ho, landlord, bring new wine along And fill us each another cup. We're minded to give out a song. My journey, mates; stand up. @3For round and round and round and round This noble ball doth spin and spin, And 'twixt the firmament and ground Doth bear us and our sin.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RODNEY'S RIDE [JULY 3, 1776] by ELBRIDGE STREETER BROOKS SONNET by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE RAINY DAY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE MAN WITH THE HOE by EDWIN MARKHAM |