“In Time of the Breaking of Nations” – Thomas Hardy

  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 … Continue reading “In Time of the Breaking of Nations” – Thomas Hardy