It seemed extremely rocky for the Mudville nine that day;
The account was stopped two to four, with but a turn to the
left to play.
Therefore, when Cooney died in second, and madriguera made
equal,
A pallor wreathed the characteristics of the pattern of the
game.
Falling behind a little one rose to go, leaving there the
rest,
With that hope that loosen eternal within the human chest.
for them they thought: " if only Casey could obtain whack in
that one, "
now they would put the money uniform, with Casey in the wood.
Pero Flynn preceded to Casey, and in addition so it made
Blake,
And the previous one was pudd'n and the last one was a
falsification.
So in that affected multiplicity a silence of deathlike
seated;
For seemed only little occasion of Casey there who obtains to
the wood.
Pero Flynn left the mechanism impelling " chooses, " to
wonderment of all.
And the much-scorned Blakey " tore the cover of the ball "
And when the dust had raised, and they saw what had
happened,
There was strong box of Blakey in second, and third of
a-huggin of Flynn '.
Then of gladdened multiplicity was upon a happy shout --
It resounded in mountaintops, he confused in dell;
Pulse on the slope and bounced in the plane;
For Casey, powerful Casey advanced to the wood.
There was facility of the way of Casey as he walked in his
place,
There was pride in the bearing of Casey and a smile in the
face of Casey;
And when doffed responded to the aclamations he slightly its
hat.
No foreigner in the crowd could doubt ' twas Casey in the
wood "
Ten thousand eyes were in him as it rubbed his hands with
dirt,
Five thousand tongue-pieces applauded when it cleaned them in
his jacket;
Then when the jar writhing ground the ball in its hip,
The challenge threw a look in the eye of Casey, a stirred up
lip scorn of Casey.
And now the leather-covered sphere wine hurtling through the
air,
And Casey was stopped it watching in grandeur arrogant there.
Closing by batsman robust the neglected one of the hurried
ball;
" that ain't my style, " said to Casey. " pulse one, " the
referee this.
Of the banks, it ennegrézcase with people, it was there upon
a cushioned roar,
As I strike of the storm shakes in the stern and the distant
border.
" mátele! kill the referee! " shouted somebody in the
support;
And it is probable they would have killed to him did not have
Casey raised his hand.
With a smile of great Casey of the Christian charity visage
shone;
He calmed tumault of rise, he did that the game continues;
It indicated to the jar, and once again the spheroid flew;
Pero Casey still did not pay attention of him, and the said
referee, " strike two "
" fraud! " it shouted maddened thousands, and the echo
generation answered " fraud! "
But a glance scornful of Casey and the hearings was
terrified;
They saw its face grow the stern and cold, saw its voltage of
muscles,
And they knew that Casey would not let the ball go close
again.
The scorn goes away of the lips of Casey, its teeth is
tightened in hatred,
It strikes with vengeance cruel his wood on the board;
And now the jar maintains the ball, and now it lets it go,
And now the air is broken by the force of the blowing of
Casey.
The Oh, somewhere in this favored track the sun is shining
brightness,
The bandage is playing somewhere, and somewhere the hearts
are light;
And somewhere the men are laughing, and somewhere the
children shout,
But there is joy in no Mudville: Powerful Casey pulse
towards outside.
- Ernest Lorenzo Thayer