Find lodgment in opposing ribs;
And all seem to yon blue-eyed lass
A seething, surging, kicking mass.
And now, while still they push and shout,
The well-kicked ball creeps slowly out.
A nimble-footed youth espies
And after it like lightning flies,
And, ere his foes see through the trick,
Essays a deftly-aimèd kick.
“Home,” cries the keeper of the goal,