In a quiet room she dwelled,
With thoughts that soared, her heart compelled.
Through the window, the world she spied,
In reclusive peace, her soul complied.
Words she wove with delicate care,
Her verses whispered to the air.
In solitude, her spirit thrived,
From the confines of her mind, she derived.
Nature’s beauty, a muse so grand,
Her poetry, a gentle hand.
She painted worlds with ink and quill,
Every line, a breath, a thrill.
Though her presence was seldom known,
In her words, her life was shown.
Emilyâs legacy, a timeless light,
Illuminates the darkest night.