Poems (Craik)/The Mill

by Dinah Maria Craik

THE MILL.

For an Irish Tune.

  INDING and grinding   Round goes the mill:  Winding and grinding      Should never stand still.    Ask not if neighbor      Grind great or small:    Spare not your labor,      Grind your wheat all. Winding and grinding round goes the mill: Winding and grinding should never stand still.

   Winding and grinding      Work through the day,    Grief never minding—     Grind it away!    What though tears dropping      Bust as they fall?    Have no wheel stopping—     Work comforts all. Winding and grinding round goes the mill: Winding and grinding should never stand still.