Idylls Of The King: Song From The Marriage Of Geraint

Alfred Lord Tennyson

         Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;
   Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud;
   Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. 

         Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown;
   With that wild wheel we go not up or down;
   Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. 

         Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands;
   Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands;
   For man is man and master of his fate. 

         Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd;
   Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud;
   Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.

Index + Blog :

Poetry Archive Index | Blog : Poem of the Day