Tennis Mends The Soul

Tennis mends the soul

Dances like glue in high curls

In a splashing of silver pattern;

She caught the glint and quavering frame,

Gemmed with a spin, a little bird,

Hitting her quick winged feathers,

Away like a rousing wind.

Then I felt the wind of the curve,

Struck me into a swooning veil.

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