Poems about cricket
Though But Our Delight
they ask but our delight
heart, we will forget him,
though but for the cricket just,
and then an awful leisure was
What, And If, Ourself A Day, Permitted So,
that self were hell to me
debates if it will go,
that such a day, permitted so,
when it is found, a few rejoice
where presence is denied them,
what, and if, ourself a bridegroom
though but for the cricket just,