Willed down, waited for, in place at last and for good.
Trunk-hasped, cart-heavy, painted an ignorant brown.
And pew-strait, bin-deep, standing four-square as an ark.
If I lie in it, I am cribbed in seasoned deal
The opening line is characteristically Heaney; concise and dense, with  alliterative  “w"s. There is a rhythmic feel that draws the reader in, as well as an assumption that he is talking about the settle without needing to use the word.
The Settle Bed