Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
A Cricket BowlerEdward Cracroft Lefroy (18551891)
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The tired arms lie with every sinew slack
On the mown grass. Unbent the supple back,
And elbows apt to make the leather spin
Up the slow bat and round the unwary shin,—
In knavish hands a most unkindly knack;
But no guile shelters under this boy’s black
Crisp hair, frank eyes, and honest English skin.
The new man plants his weapon with profound
Long-practised skill that no mere trick may scare.
Not loth, the rested lad resumes the game:
The flung ball takes one madding tortuous bound,
And the mid-stump three somersaults in air.