My wheel is in the dark!

My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.

My foot is on the Tide! An unfrequented road -- Yet have all roads A clearing at the end --

Some have resigned the Loom -- Some in the busy tomb Find quaint employ --

Some with new -- stately feet -- Pass royal through the gate -- Flinging the problem back At you and I!