Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Forgotten Grave

by Emily Dickinson

 

XLI.

 

THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE.

 

AFTER a hundred years
Nobody knows the place,—
Agony, that enacted there,
Motionless as peace.

Weeds triumphant ranged,
Strangers strolled and spelled
At the lone orthography
Of the elder dead.

Winds of summer fields
Recollect the way,—
Instinct picking up the key
Dropped by memory.