“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. 355
“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.”
“Hark, by the bird’s song you may learn the nest,”
Said Yniol; “enter quickly.” Entering then, 360
Right o’er a mount of newly-fallen stones,
The dusky-rafter’d many-cobwebb’d hall,