In the quiet corners of her mind,
Where shadows dance and whispers blend,
Emily’s thoughts, so pure, refined,
Found solace where the world would end.

Her words, a tapestry of light,
In solitude, she wove with care,
Each line a beacon in the night,
A soul laid bare, beyond compare.

Amongst the fields of Amherst’s green,
Her spirit roamed, her heart took flight,
A recluse in the world’s great scene,
Yet in her poems, a boundless might.

Through every verse, a silent cry,
Of love and loss, of life and death,
Emily’s legacy will never die,
Her whispered truths, as long as breath.