In Time Of The Breaking Of Nations
Read 'In Time Of The Breaking Of Nations' by 'Thomas Hardy' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
In Time Of The Breaking Of Nations by Thomas Hardy
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 onwards the same
Though Dynasties pass.
III
Yonder a maid and her wight
Go whispering by:
War's annals will cloud into night
Ere their story die.
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