In Amherst’s quiet, she found her voice,
A world of words, her silent choice,
Through letters penned and poems spun,
She lived unseen, but her soul shone.
A garden of thoughts, where few could tread,
In solitude’s embrace, her spirit fed,
Each stanza crafted with delicate care,
Whispering secrets to the still air.
Her window framed both sky and ground,
A universe where she was crowned,
The queen of verse, in shadows’ keep,
Her legacy, a treasure deep.
Though seldom seen, her words remain,
Echoes of joy, sorrow, and pain,
Emily’s life, a tapestry,
Woven with threads of mystery.