English Poetry III: From Tennyson to Whitman.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
634. Enids Song
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Turn thy wild wheel thro’ sunshine, storm, and cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
With that wild wheel we go not up or down;
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands;
For man is man and master of his fate.
Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.