~ 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.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
* Jeremiah 51:20
No comments :
Post a Comment
What are your thoughts? I love to hear from you!