FOUNDED UPON A BELIEF PREVALENT AMONG THE PASTORAL VALES OF WESTMORELAND <br /> <br />SWIFTLY turn the murmuring wheel! <br />Night has brought the welcome hour, <br />When the weary fingers feel <br />Help, as if from faery power; <br />Dewy night o'ershades the ground; <br />Turn the swift wheel round and round! <br /> <br />Now, beneath the starry sky, <br />Couch the widely-scattered sheep;-- <br />Ply the pleasant labour, ply! <br />For the spindle, while they sleep, <br />Runs with speed more smooth and fine, <br />Gathering up a trustier line. <br /> <br />Short-lived likings may be bred <br />By a glance from fickle eyes; <br />But true love is like the thread <br />Which the kindly wool supplies, <br />When the flocks are all at rest <br />Sleeping on the mountain's breast.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-the-spinning-wheel/
