AT LORD'S - FRANCIS THOMPSON
JUST BECAUSE ONE DAY EVEN BUTTLER AND STOKES WILL BE GHOSTS, IMMORTAL GHOSTS
For the field is full of shades as I near a 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 !
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