English Poetry III: From Tennyson to Whitman.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 634. Enid’s Song |
| | | Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) |
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| 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. | |
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| Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown; | |
| With that wild wheel we go not up or down; | 5 |
| Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. | |
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| 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. | |
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| Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd; | 10 |
| Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud; | |
| Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. | |
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