Time & Brevity
The Wheel
From The Tower (1928)
Time & BrevityDeath & Dying
Through winter-time we call on spring,
And through the spring on summer call,
And when abounding hedges ring
Declare that winter’s best of all;
And after that there s nothing good
Because the spring-time has not come--
Nor know that what disturbs our blood
Is but its longing for the tomb.
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Codex Note
Eight lines on the turn of the seasons: 'Through winter-time we call on spring', and we never know that what disturbs our blood is 'its longing for the tomb'.
Cite this poem
MLA
Yeats, W. B. “The Wheel.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/yeats/70/.
Chicago
Yeats, W. B. “The Wheel.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/yeats/70/.
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