There is a wheel inside my head <br />Of wantonness and wine, <br />An old, cracked fiddle is begging without, <br />But the wind with scents of the sea is fed, <br />And the sun seems glad to shine. <br /> <br />The sun and the wind are akin to you, <br />As you are akin to June. <br />But the fiddle! . . . It giggles and twitters about, <br />And, love and laughter! who gave him the cue? - <br />He's playing your favourite tune.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-wheel-inside-my-head/
