Emily's Elegy

Some master he was grand, That made flirtations be. If were she thereof in demand And adapt into his arms free. But it was a bother to bore, Staying private 'twas best. Wherefore she locked herself indoors To block out her aggress. Indoors she would remain, Forgotten by society. If aught there one arraign She'd undergo anxiety. That woman none did ever see, In the small town indeed! She was in Amherst a recluse The dwellers did concede. Yet still she had visits, With one Judge Lord 'twas physical — If were he implicit Before his time most critical! Her life must've been quite doleful, Upon a daily chore — Writing poems tho' kept her hopeful That the folk would adore. An eccentric, to linger so, Teasing darkness inside. Such a woman wore white we know And from the world she'd hide. Her behaviour 'twas worst, When overly she'd agitate. 'twere a notable lady versed, In an infamous sate — And despite, if health grant, Society had a spot dry. There one would so enchant If a call to Boston applied. But her will 'twas elsewhere, That made O master come to her. Ah, perhaps he'll go there And have his day like he prefer. Tho' her manner it drained, Bearing despair through a keyhole! Deathly themes had her pained For odd reasons thought to control! In versed writings she mused, Creating gospel wit and hue. Until a nervous illness bruised Her life all the way through — Now left in deaths fain care, 'Tis nay a tragic melody. Who misery sought, and was there Cast into the wild sea.