After a hundred years <br />Nobody knows the place,-- <br />Agony, that enacted there, <br />Motionless as peace. <br /> <br />Weeds triumphant ranged, <br />Strangers strolled and spelled <br />At the lone orthography <br />Of the elder dead. <br /> <br />Winds of summer fields <br />Recollect the way,-- <br />Instinct picking up the key <br />Dropped by memory.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-a-hundred-years/
