Hardy, Thomas: In Time of „The Breaking of the Nations”
In Time of „The Breaking of the Nations” (Angol)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 will 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.
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