And found myself before the entrance-door,
And knew I was in time.
I knew the stands, I knew the nets, I knew
The smooth, green level of the well-rolled lawn,
And thought, "Here many an athlete anxious grew,
Dreading the fateful dawn."
A voice from out the ticket-office came—
From overworked collector in his prime—
"Pass quickly through, the seats are all thine own
Until the end of time."