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Poem by Francis Thompson


At Lord's


It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
Though my own red roses there may blow;
It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
Though the red roses crest the caps, I know.
For the field is full of shades as I near the shadowy coast,
And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost,
And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host
As the run-stealers flicker to and fro,
To and fro: -
O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago! 



                      Francis Thompson


Francis Thompson's other poems:
  1. A Carrier Song
  2. To A Poet Breaking Silence
  3. After Her Going
  4. A Girl's Sin - In Her Eyes
  5. Gilded Gold


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