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.