The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/Mallet and Ball
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Mallet and Ball
From out the sweet syringa's shade,
I watch the games so blithely played;
The barefoot train upon the green,
With ball and mallet—restful scene.
I watch the games so blithely played;
The barefoot train upon the green,
With ball and mallet—restful scene.
Croquet's a placid game, they say,
Yet not as these small shouters play;
Their rules they keep with noisy care,
And guard lest any prove unfair.
Yet not as these small shouters play;
Their rules they keep with noisy care,
And guard lest any prove unfair.
Untroubled nymphs! a grandsire's pride,
Who through their games so graceful glide;
A tiny umpire, proud and wise,
Judges each stroke with watchful eyes.
Who through their games so graceful glide;
A tiny umpire, proud and wise,
Judges each stroke with watchful eyes.
Glances dart eager; words are few;
Each player looks the other through.
Keen wits are matched; in mimic strife,
They practice for the game of life!
Each player looks the other through.
Keen wits are matched; in mimic strife,
They practice for the game of life!
1917