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...SONNET: 73 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FROM A YOUNG WOMAN TO AN OLD OFFICER WHO COURTED HER by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST SONNET: 8 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE HOPELESS PASSION by BERTON BRALEY SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 11 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SEAWARD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |