In Time

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In Time...

Paul Barwick




Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
Half asleep as they stalk

Alexander Mann




Only a 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
Wars annals will cloud into night
Ere their story die







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In Time of the Breaking of Nations
Thomas Hardy









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