When I taught Ida how to ride a <br />Bicycle that night, <br />I ran beside her, just to guide her <br />Erring wheel aright; <br />And many times there in the street <br />She rode upon my weary feet. <br /> <br />But now can Ida mount and ride a <br />Wheel with graceful ease, <br />And I, untiring in admiring, <br />Fall upon my knees <br />To worship her,—and, for her part, <br />She rides upon my proffered heart!<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ridden-down/
