Before
Van Haven married was,
He scorned to ride a wheel;
Each
night with eager steps I saw
Him to his sweetheart steal.
But
now each night when supper’s o’er
I see him scorch away;
And
that he loves his wheel the best,
I hear the neighbors say.
I
questioned him, “my wife,” says he,
“For talking takes the lead;
I
love my wheel the more because
It is a ‘silent’ steed.
June
20, ‘97
Camb.
Press,
Oct.
23, ‘97
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