HARD as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue | |
Breathed round; the rack of ribs; the scooped flank; lank | |
Rope-over thigh; knee-nave; and barrelled shank— | |
Head and foot, shoulder and shank— | |
By a grey eye’s heed steered well, one crew, fall to; | 5 |
Stand at stress. Each limb’s barrowy brawn, his thew | |
That onewhere curded, onewhere sucked or sank— | |
Soared or sank—, | |
Though as a beechbole firm, finds his, as at a roll-call, rank | |
And features, in flesh, what deed he each must do— | 10 |
His sinew-service where do. | |
He leans to it, Harry bends, look. Back, elbow, and liquid waist | |
In him, all quail to the wallowing o’ the plough: ’s cheek crimsons; curls | |
Wag or crossbridle, in a wind lifted, windlaced— | |
See his wind- lilylocks -laced; | 15 |
Churlsgrace, too, child of Amansstrength, how it hangs or hurls | |
Them—broad in bluff hide his frowning feet lashed! raced | |
With, along them, cragiron under and cold furls— | |
With-a-fountain’s shining-shot furls. |
they say he was a gay