Quote#Death
Only a man harrowing clods
Quote byThomas Hardy · 1840–1928
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Moments of Vision (1917), "In Time of 'The Breaking of Nations'", ll. 1-12 (1915).
English (original)
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 cloud into night Ere their story die.
— Thomas Hardy
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