In+Time+of+'The+Breaking+of+Nations'+-+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.

//Thomas Hardy - 1915//