(Subject, at best, to mortal disabilities),
But come of more than human kin,
Immune, or practically so, from sin.
Godlike the poise that to your bearing lends
The aspect of a tower that never totters;
There's a divinity hath shaped your ends
(Rough-hewn, perhaps—especially your trotters);
Your ample chest, your generous girth
Have no precise similitude on earth.
I cannot picture you (though I have tried)