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IN TIME OF “THE BREAKING OF NATIONS”
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IN TIME OF “THE BREAKING OF NATIONS”
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Only a man harrowing clodsIn a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
Half asleep as they stalk.
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Only thin smoke without flameFrom the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same
Though Dynasties pass.
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Yonder a maid and her wightCome whispering by:
War's annals will cloud into night
Ere their story die.
1915.
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