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I know that Bowler, dark and lean, / Who holds his tongue, and pegs away, / And never fails to come up keen, / However hard and straight I play. / Spinning and living, from his hand / The leather, full of venom, leaps; / How nicely are his changes planned, / And what a lovely length he keeps!
Because he pulls his brim so low, / However earnestly one tries / One never sees the darkling glow, / That must be nimble in his eyes. / The fellow's judgment never nods, / His watchful spirit never sleeps. / There was a clinking ball! Ye gods, / Why, what a splendid length he keeps!