Thomas Hardy - In Time Of lyrics

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