In the quiet of her room, she wrote,
Words of wonder, thoughts afloat.
A world unseen, in lines she drew,
With every verse, her spirit flew.
The garden bloomed in her gentle gaze,
Nature’s secrets, she did praise.
Her heart’s musings, softly sung,
In silence, where her poems sprung.
Shadows danced upon her walls,
Echoes of her inner calls.
A recluse, yet widely known,
Through her words, her light has shone.
Emily, in solitude found peace,
Her pen, a never-ceasing lease.
Life’s essence in each line confined,
In her poetry, we find her mind.