Who says Drum-Major says a man of mould, <br />Shaking the meek earth with tremendous tread, <br />And pacing still, a triumph to behold, <br />Of his own spine at least two yards ahead! <br />Attorney, grocer, surgeon, broker, duke- <br />His calling may be anything, who comes <br />Into a room, his presence a rebuke <br />To the dejected, as the pipes and drums <br />Inspired his port!-who mounts his office stairs <br />As though he led great armies to the fight! <br />His bulk itself's pure genius, and he wears <br />His avoirdupois with so much fire and spright <br />That, though the creature stands but five feet five, <br />You take him for the tallest He alive.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/london-types-drum-major/
