Poem by Thomas Hardy

In Time of 'The Breaking of Nations'

Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
Half asleep as they stalk.

Only thin smoke without flame
From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same
Though Dynasties pass.

Yonder a maid and her wight
Come whispering by:
War's annals will cloud into night
Ere their story die. 

1. Genitrix Laesa
2. Song from Heine
3. Timing Her
4. Life and Death at Sunrise
5. The Weary Walker

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