The Wheel
Read 'The Wheel' by 'William Butler Yeats' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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.
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
