Poem for the day

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

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

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