Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil,…

Through the cinder-strew’d threshold I follow their motions, The lithe sheer of these waists plays despite having their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand therefore sluggish, overhand therefore yes, they cannot hasten, each man strikes in their spot.

The negro holds securely the reins of their four horses, the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain, The negro that drives the long dray of this stone-yard, constant and high he appears pois’d on a single leg regarding the string-piece, their blue shirt reveals their sufficient throat and breast and loosens over their hip-band, their look is relaxed and commanding, he tosses the slouch of his cap far from their forehead, the sunlight falls on their crispy hair and mustache, falls in the black colored of their polish’d and perfect limbs. Read more “Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil, Each has their main-sledge, they all are out, there is certainly a heat that is great the fire.” →