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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


In Time of 'The Breaking of Nations' (1915)
by Thomas Hardy

I

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

II

Only a thin smoke without flame
From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same
Though Dynasties pass.

III

Yonder a maid and her wight
Come whispering by:
War’s annals will cloud into night
Ere their story die.


"If fortis was here, we could have a teal party"
— Pompadour