[After Longfellow.] <br /> <br /> <br />I drove a golf-ball into the air; <br />It fell to earth, I knew not where; <br />For, so swiftly it flew, the sight <br />Could not follow it in its flight. <br /> <br />I lent five shillings to some men, <br />They spent it all, I know not when, <br />For who is quick enough to know <br />The time in which a crown may go? <br /> <br />Long, long afterward, in a whin <br />I found the golf-ball, black as sin; <br />But the five shillings are missing still! <br />They haven't turned up, and I doubt if they will.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-golf-ball-and-the-loan/
