Harry Ploughman

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;     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 -     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;     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.