Ella Wheeler Wilcox

SONG OF THE WHEELMAN

Over my desk in a dark office bending,

Dim seems the sunlight and dull seems the day;

But when the afternoon draws toward an ending,

Here waits my steel steed - I mount, and away!

Like cobwebs of silver I see in the distance

The glint of bright wheels, I must follow and find.

What life in the air now! what zest in existence,

As faster and faster I race with the wind.

Down the smooth pavements, and out toward the heather

Ho! fellows, he! I am coming you see!

Breast to breast, now let us speed on together

Who dares try mounting that hillside with me?

Over the bridge I go-past the green meadows,

A u revoir, boys, I will ride on alone!

For in yon cottage half bid in the shadows,

Waiting for me, is my sweetheart-my own.


She watches my wheel as it glitters and glistens

Down the steep crest of the daisy-starred hill.


Fair is her cheek as she waits there and listens

For the sure signal blown tenderly shrill.

Sweetheart, my sweetheart, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Here, sturdy steed, you may stand by the wall.

A bird to her mate has flown swift thro' the gloam- ing,

Love, youth and summer, thank God for them all.