Amy Levy

(1861 - 10 September 1889 / London)

A Game Of Lawn Tennis - Poem by Amy Levy

What wonder that I should be dreaming
Out here in the garden to-day?
The light through the leaves is streaming,--
Paulina cries, "Play!"

The birds to each other are calling,
The freshly-cut grasses smell sweet;
To Teddy's dismay, comes falling
The ball at my feet.

"Your stroke should be over, not under!"
"But that's such a difficult way!"

The place is a springtide wonder
Of lilac and may;

Of lilac, and may, and laburnum,
Of blossom,--We're losing the set!
"Those volleys of Jenny's,--return them;
"Stand close to the net!"

* * * * * * *

You are so fond of the Maytime,
My friend, far away;
Small wonder that I should be dreaming
Of you in the garden to-day.

Comments about A Game Of Lawn Tennis by Amy Levy

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (6/29/2014 4:31:00 AM)

    refreshing poetry here, tennis on the lawn sounds fun.good job (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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