AFTER EMERSON.

IF the wild bowler thinks he bowls,

Or if the batsman thinks he’s bowled,

They know not, poor misguided souls,

They too shall perish unconsoled.

_I_ am the batsman and the bat,

_I_ am the bowler and the ball,

The umpire, the pavilion cat,

The roller, pitch, and stumps, and all.

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