1 Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. 2 Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass; Yet this will go onward the same Though Dynasties pass. 3 Yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by: War's annals will cloud into night Ere their story die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DINNER-PARTY by AMY LOWELL |