In the quiet of Amherst, your spirit lies,
Whispering secrets to the twilight skies.
Poems unspoken, dreams unfound,
In deathâs embrace, youâre gently bound.
Shadows and sunlight play on your grave,
Where silent words in eternity wave.
Timeâs gentle hand caresses your name,
In sacred rest, free from lifeâs game.
Natureâs hymn sings through the trees,
As your soul dances with the breeze.
Boundless and serene, without strife,
In death, you find a second life.
Emily, your legacy remains so bright,
In every verse, a glimpse of light.
Beyond the veil, your truth is clear,
In death, your words we revere.