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Ella Wheeler Wilcox - At an Old Drawer
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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.
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