LAST. OFT through the summer vacation We played -- the fair Clara and I -- Love games o'er the net of our tennis, With glances enticingly shy. THIS. This season again we play tennis Together through many a set; But now we always play double 'Gainst the world just over the net. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEYOND THE POTOMAC by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE VOYAGE TO VINLAND: 3. GUDRIDA'S PROPHECY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ENVOY: 2. TO MY MOTHER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IMPROMPTU ON CHARLES II (2) by JOHN WILMOT PORTRAIT SONNETS: 1 by HENRY BELLAMANN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 32 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |