Poem of the day

In Time of “The Breaking of Nations”
by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

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

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

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