Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Here you will find the Poem At an Old Drawer of poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox

At an Old Drawer

Before this scarf was faded, 
What hours of mirth it knew; 
How gayly it paraded 
From smiling eyes to view. 
The days were tinged with glory, 
The nights too quickly sped, 
And life was like a story 
Where all the people wed.

Before this rosebud wilted, 
How passionately sweet 
The wild waltz smelled and lilted 
In time for flying feet; 
How loud the bassoons muttered, 
The horns grew madly shrill, 
And oh! the vows lips uttered 
That hearts could not fulfill.

Before this fan was broken, 
Behind its lace and pearl 
What whispered words were spoken, 
What hearts were in a whirl; 
What homesteads were selected 
In Fancy's realm of Spain, 
What castles were erected 
Without a room for pain.

When this odd glove was mated, 
How thrilling seemed the play; 
Maybe our hearts are sated- 
We tire so soon to-day. 
O, thrust away these treasures, 
They speak the dreary truth; 
We have outgrown the pleasures 
And keen delights of youth.