Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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.

1. Precedence
2. Unto My Books So Good to Turn
3. The Lovers
4. The Moon Is Distant from the Sea
5. Who Robbed the Woods

Henry Dobson The Forgotten Grave ("OUT from the City’s dust and roar")

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