My Wheel is in the dark. I cannot see a spoke - Yet know it's dripping feet Go round and round. My foot is on the tide - An unfrequented road Yet have all roads A "Clearing" at the end. Some have resigned the Loom - Some - in the busy tomb Find quaint employ. Some with new - stately feet Pass royal thro' the gate Flinging the problem back, at you & I | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOHENGRIN; PROEM by EMMA LAZARUS GLASS HOUSES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE ITINERANT POET'S ROAD SONG by KAREN SWENSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 3. NAPLES by SARA TEASDALE THE LEAK IN THE DIKE; A STORY OF HOLLAND by PHOEBE CARY TO MY GRANDMOTHER; SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE BY MR. ROMNEY by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON |