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 --
----------Emily Dickinson
This poem has ever stricken me like a thunderbolt, and urged me to ponder over the significance of life. How to live your life fully and meaningfully? How to enliven your dull and settled life so as to cherish each minute as if you were to die tomorrow? How to make a sudden and graceful turn of monotonous and numb lifestyle to helpful and thrilling one? There is either creep or spook rampant in the nook of my deserted corner. After a hundred years, if you could still remembered and lamented and honored by someone, maybe it proves your worthy and respectable living. After a hundred years, the unknown genius is able to be famous overnight due to his noble and far-sighting vision and concepts though they were condemned and murdered at one's lifetime, but the gold is sure to shine; after a hundred years , majority is doomed to be ignored and blotted out, evaporating into the air, without any lingering smell. After a hundred years, I can’t image whether this world is a bless or a curse?:em215::em215::em215:
[b]Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flow'r is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.[/b]
-------- Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard [Thomas Gray (1716-1771)]
[color=Maroon]THE EPITAPH[/color]
[b][color=Maroon]Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heav'n did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear,
He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose)
The bosom of his Father and his God.[/b][/color]
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