"geraint" poems
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.
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(Geraint & Michael)
Decency is here;
And if there,
Then everywhere.
Here, it sang
To relieve the distressed,
Reduce her dread:
Are you alright?
Asked the lads.
A three note Wales song,
Whose symphonic cadence
Moved my world
Three thousand miles away.
There is indecency here;
And if here, then everywhere.
But here we will rebuke and retune.
And if here,
Then everywhere.
Are you alright?
I am not three thousand miles away.
I am beside you,
With an ear for lyrics.
Let's listen for Swansea's Song,
Here, there, everywhere.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 5:22 PM UTC