In TIme of `The Breaking of Nations`
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
In TIme of `The Breaking of Nations`
IOnly a man harrowing clodsIn a slow silent walkWith a horse that stumbles and nodsHalf asleep as they stalk.IIOnly thin smoke without flameFrom the heaps of couch-grass;Yet this will go onward the sameThough the Dynasties pass.IIIYonder a maid and her wightCome whispering by:War`s annals will cloud into nightEre their story die.
IOnly a man harrowing clodsIn a slow silent walkWith a horse that stumbles and nodsHalf asleep as they stalk.IIOnly thin smoke without flameFrom the heaps of couch-grass;Yet this will go onward the sameThough the Dynasties pass.IIIYonder a maid and her wightCome whispering by:War`s annals will cloud into nightEre their story die.