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. no repeated words
2. weeds triumphant ranged, strangers strolled and spelled.
3. instinct picking up the key: means how fast your instincts react to something important. motionless as peace: it is quiet and still like peace. Dropped by memory: is like something bad happened because of you memory.
4. there is no rhythm or rhyme
5. she explain her thught of hundred years war from now
6. I like the poem
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