Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/Playing Tennis
PLAYING TENNIS
The winds are playing with her hair, Her cheeks are flushing like the rose,She stands with racket raised in air, To catch the ball that comes and goes.She springs more fleetly than the roe And serves with swift unerring flight,Like willows when the breezes blow She bends, and sways, and turns, and lightUpon the lawn her footfalls pass,As thistledown upon the grass. Three brilliants brought from Afric's strandReflect the morning's rosy light,And yet her eyes are twice as bright As all the jewels on her hand.