The court is rolled, the net is set, Two players bold are ready, While Chloe chaffs across the net And laughs, "Love all, be steady!" Love all, indeed! with Chloe near What need for more to think of? I 've sipped some loving cups, but here There 's only one to drink of. "My serve!" she cries; the game begins; I 've missed! My eyes betray me. And yet 't is through her eyes she wins; I knew she would outplay me. But "Fifteen love!" she now commands— What of the first injunction? Ah, yes! no doubt she understands And has some slight compunction. At last the game to "vantage" goes; I lay no claim to winning. 'T is she who sov'reign kindness shows And lets me have an inning. By Jove! I win, by one bold stroke, Just in the line behind her. She sighs, "Love one"—I grasp the joke And cry: "Come, help me find her!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL |