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 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.