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Thomas Hardy : In Time of “The Breaking of Nations”

		I
Only a man harrowing clods1
	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-grass2;
Yet this will go onward the same
	Though Dynasties pass.

		III
Yonder a maid and her wight3
	Come whispering by:
War’s annals will cloud into night
	Ere their story die. 

Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)	1915

 
FOOTNOTES
1 the title may be a reference to Jeremiah 51:20 - “Thou are my batle axe and weapons of war: for with thee I will break in pieces the nations, and with thee will I destroy kindoms;”; 2 variety of grass; 3 young man
 

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