"Then yoke the oxen in instead."
(A lesser man would gladly turn
His chair to fire again, and learn
How fancifully logs can burn,
Grateful for such immunity
From parson. Not the squire; for see,
"True sonne of England's Church" was he.)
So, as he ordered, was it done.
The oxen came forth one by one,
Their wide horns glinting in the sun,