In Time Of The Breaking Of Nations

Thomas Hardy

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

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

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

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• Thomas Hardy : Joys Of Memory
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• Thomas Hardy : Lausanne, In Gibbon's Old Garden: 11-12 P.m.
• Thomas Hardy : Leipzig
• Thomas Hardy : Let Me Enjoy
• Thomas Hardy : Lines
• Thomas Hardy : Lines On The Loss Of The Titanic
• Thomas Hardy : Long Plighted
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• Thomas Hardy : In The Vaulted Way
• Thomas Hardy : In The Old Theatre, Fiesole.
• Thomas Hardy : In The Moonlight
• Thomas Hardy : In Tenebris
• Thomas Hardy : In A Wook
• Thomas Hardy : In A Wood
• Thomas Hardy : In A Museum
• Thomas Hardy : In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury
• Thomas Hardy : I Said To Love
• Thomas Hardy : I Need Not Go