CRICKET RHYMES - Cricket Rhymes - TO HELEN

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CRICKET RHYMES - Cricket Rhymes - TO HELEN

(After seeing her bowl with her usual success.)

ST. LEONARD'S HALL

Helen, thy bowling is to me
Like that wise Alfred Shaw's of yore,
Which gently broke the wickets three:
From Alfred few could smack a four:
Most difficult to score!

The music of the moaning sea,
The rattle of the flying bails,
The grey sad spires, the tawny sails -
What memories they bring to me,
Beholding thee!

Upon our old monastic pitch,
How sportsmanlike I see thee stand!
The leather in thy lily hand,
Oh, Helen of the yorkers, which
Are nobly planned!

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