Michael Ramel The Primordial Poet Poet Elegy

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^{This poem is a Tercet Elegy. Any coincidence to the name Mrs. Emily is purely coincidental and I am referring to one particular Mrs. Emily as she appeared at St. Mary's Cemetery. This is based on a real person and in a real empirical event. I tried to write this in Elizabethan language, in an Edwardian setting.}

The Lady in White

Upon the hallowed ground past midnight sighs
'Neath trembling yews and tombstones cold and sere
Did I espy, as the tempest began to rise
A maiden clothed in spectral white appears
Her ghostly raiment danced upon the restless air
Her visage pale with sorrow finely drawn
Betwixt the graves she glided into our ghastly affair
Her presence enthralling as the coming dawn
Within her hand a missive she pressed
Gloved fingers clad in evening’s formal hue
She whispered with the wind, she, a soul distressed
“Seek thou the attic there thy fate is due”
Anon the gale did whisk her form away
(Formerly known as Mrs. Emily)
And left me alone to ponder till the day

Epilogue:
After this wraithlike wedding of our souls
I cannot abjure this vision
In my mind it rolls and rolls as it goes

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