SWIFTLY turn the murmuring wheel! Night has brought the welcome hour, When the weary fingers feel Help, as if from faery power; Dewy night o'ershades the ground; Turn the swift wheel round and round! Now, beneath the starry sky, Couch the widely-scattered sheep; -- Ply the pleasant labour, ply! For the spindle, while they sleep, Runs with speed more smooth and fine, Gathering up a trustier line. Short-lived likings may be bred By a glance from fickle eyes; But true love is like the thread Which the kindly wool supplies, When the flocks are all at rest Sleeping on the mountain's breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POLWART ON THE GREEN by ALLAN RAMSAY WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN THAT GENERAL UTILITY RAG, BY OUR OWN IRVING BERLIN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AT TWO-AND-TWENTY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CHILD AN' THE MOWERS by WILLIAM BARNES THE SHEEPHERD by JOSEPH BEAUMONT FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: HUMAN LIFE - ITS VALUE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |