In the quiet of her room she penned,
A world of wonder without end.
Silent whispers to the night,
In shadows deep, she found her light.
A soul confined behind closed doors,
Yet, through her words, she soared and soared.
The garden blooms, a secret friend,
In solitude, her heart would mend.
Her life, a riddle wrapped in grace,
A gentle mind in a gentle place.
With every line, a glimpse we see,
Of Emilyâs spirit, wild and free.
Through time her verses softly ring,
A testament to what dreams can bring.
In pages worn, her legacy stays,
A beacon in the literary maze.