Nature
After a hundred years
Nature
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.
Cite this poem
MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “After a hundred years.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/279/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “After a hundred years.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/279/.
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