midday
What he said was a mystery , but as they talked each man looked at King . And the more they talked the better pleased they seemed . And as the day wore on the more deferential they grew . By midday if King wanted to dismount there were three at least to hold his stirrup and ten to help him mount again . By the sweat of your brow ; by the ache of your bones ; In the sun , in the wind , in the chill of the rains , Ye sowed as ye knew . And ye know it was blown To be trodden and burned -- aye , and that by your own Who sneered at lean furrows and mocked at the stones . But ye stayed and sowed on .