Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

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.