In Time of "The Breaking of Nations"

In Time of "The Breaking of Nations"

                       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-grass;
Yet this go onward the same
            Though Dynasties pass.

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