The Phantom Links – Golf Poetry

THE PHANTOM LINKS 

WHEN figures play me countless tricks, 
   And letters jar. 
My fancy hies to golfing sticks 
   And fields afar. 

When city's rush and roll and strife 
   Encompass me, 
On wings I fly where sport is rife 
   And heart is free. 

When grim and dull the walls uplift 
   Their dingy gray, 
I veil my eyes and fondly drift 
   In dreams away. 

So while the slaveys of my mind 
   In toil are cast. 
The phantom links, forever kind, 
   Will hold me fast. 

Horace Seymour Kellar, in Lyrics of the Links, published in 1921