English Poetry III: From Tennyson to Whitman.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. | | | | 634. Enid’s Song | | | | Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) | | | | | | 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; | 5 | | 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; | 10 | | Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud; | | | Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. | | | | |
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