Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent
With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk.
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:
War’s annals will cloud into night Ere their story die.
The title refers to Jeremiah 1.20
