Most people only saw her dress
Upon rare trips out doors,
A ghostly figured draped in white
Gard’ning, doing chores.
Her life she kept close to her chest
Allowing few friends in,
She only shared her deepest thoughts
Through writings swift and thin.
Her life was not always this way
She used to speak her mind,
Spoke out against Mistress Lyon
Religion she declined.
Although she seldom left her plants
She had many a beau,
She told this love through verse and rhyme
Yet disclosed to no soul.
And now she’s know for graceful verse
A loved poetess,
But all most know about her life
Recluse with a white dress.
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