Thomas Hardy - In Time of 'The Breaking of Nations' lyrics

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-gra**; Yet this will go onward the same Though Dynasties pa**. Yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by: War's annals will cloud into night Ere their story die.