English poem
Ii
by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
Marble shaft, and granite portal, Statues of the Gods immortal Quiver, with their figures bent, In a liquid pediment
Thence the flood-leat followeth swiftly, Where the peasant, spade in hand, Guideth many a runnel deftly Through his fruit and pasture-land;
Oft, the irriguous bank cross-slicing, Plaited trickles he keeps enticing; Till their gravelly gush he feels, Overtaking his brown heels.