IN TIME OF "THE BREAKING OF NATIONS"

I

/^\NLY 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 5

From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same

Though Dynasties pass.

Ill

Yonder a maid and her wight jo

Come whispering by:
War's annals will cloud into night

Ere their story die.

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