I br Only a man harrowing clods br In a slow silent walk br With an old horse that stumbles and nods br Half asleep as they stalk. br br II br Only thin smoke without flame br From the heaps of couch-grass; br Yet this will go onwards the same br Though Dynasties pass. br br III br Yonder a maid and her wight br Go whispering by: br War's annals will cloud into night br Ere their story die.