That capped four hours of violence and laughter:

To have, with casual friends and casual jokes,

Hard sport, a cold swim and fresh linen after ...

And now, the last set being played and over,

I hurried past the ruddy lakes of clover;

I swung my racket at astonished oaks,

My arm still tingling from aggressive strokes.

Tennis was over for the day—

I took the leaping short-cut to the bay.

Then the swift plunge into the cool, green dark—