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.
THE PALACE OF BRIC-À-BRAC.
(SWINBURNE)
Here, where old Nankin glitters,