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The Golfer's Rubaiyat   By: (1869-1947)

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The Golfer's Rubáiyát


The Golfer's Rubáiyát

The Golfer's Rubáiyát

by H.W. Boynton


Herbert S. Stone & Company

Chicago 1901

Copyright, 1901, by Herbert S. Stone & Co.


The Golfer's Rubáiyát


WAKE! for the sun has driven in equal flight The stars before him from the Tee of Night, And holed them every one without a Miss, Swinging at ease his gold shod Shaft of Light.


WAKE, Loiterer! for already Dawn is seen With her red marker on the eastern Green, And summons all her Little Ones to change A joyous Three for every sad Thirteen.


AND as the Cock crew, those who stood before The first Tee murmur'd: "Just this chance to score, You know how little while we have to play, And, once departed, may return no more."


NOW the fresh Year, reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, Pores on this Club and That with anxious eye, And dreams of Rounds beyond the Rounds of Liars.


CAMPBELL indeed is past with all his Fame, And old Tom Morris now is but a name; But many a Jamie by the Bunker blows, And many a Willie rules us, just the same.


A THOUSAND lips are lockt; but still in hoar High balling Andrew's Shrine, with "Fore, fore, fore! Oh, fore!" the Golfer to the Duffer cries, That reddened cheek of his to redden more.


COME, choose your Ball, and in the fire of Spring Your Red Coat, and your wooden Putter fling; The Club of Time has but a little while To waggle, and the Club is on the swing.


WHETHER at Musselburgh or Shinnecock, In motley Hose or humbler motley Sock, The Cup of Life is ebbing Drop by Drop, Whether the Cup be filled with Scotch or Bock.


EACH Morn a thousand Matches brings, you say; Yes, but who plays the Match of Yesterday? And this first Summer month of opening Greens Shall take this Championship and That away.


WELL, let it take them! What have we to do With Championships, or, Champion, with you? Let This or Other struggle as he will, For him alone the Strife for him to rue.


WITH me along the strip of sandy Down That just divides the Desert from the sown, Where name of Shop and Study is forgot, And Peace to Croker on his golden Throne!


A BAG of Clubs, a Silver Town or two, A Flask of Scotch, a Pipe of Shag and Thou Beside me caddying in the Wilderness Ah, Wilderness were Paradise enow.


SOME for the weekly Handicap; and some Sigh for a greater Championship to come: Ah, play the Match, and let the Medal go, Nor heed old Bogey with his wretched Sum.


LOOK to the blowing Rows about us "Lo, "Strolling," they say, "over the course we go, "And here or there we lightly flick the Ball, "Turn, and the Trick is done in So and so."


BUT those who keep their Cards and turn them in, And those who weekly Handicaps may win, Alike to no such aureate Fame are brought, As, buried once, Men want dug up again.


THE shining Cup men set their hearts upon Is lost to them or won them; and anon, Like a good Three set in a bald Three score, That Glory gleams a moment and is gone.


THINK, in this worn, forlorn old Field of Play, Whose Green keepers in turn are Night and Day, How Champion after Champion with his Pomp Abode his destin'd Hour and went his way.


THEY say the Female and the Duffer strut On sacred Greens where Morris used to putt; Himself a natural Hazard now, alas! That nice Hand quiet now, that great Eye shut.


I SOMETIMES think that never springs so green The Turf as where some Good Fellow has been, And every emerald Stretch the Fair Green shows His kindly Tread has known, his sure Play seen... Continue reading book >>

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