Severer Service of myself
I — hastened to demand
To fill the awful Vacuum
Your life had left behind —
I worried Nature with my Wheels
When Hers had ceased to run —
When she had put away Her Work
My own had just begun.
I strove to weary Brain and Bone —
To harass to fatigue
The glittering Retinue of nerves —
Vitality to clog
To some dull comfort Those obtain
Who put a Head away
They knew the Hair to —
And forget the color of the Day —
Affliction would not be appeased —
The Darkness braced as firm
As all my stratagem had been
The Midnight to confirm —
No Drug for Consciousness — can be —
Alternative to die
Is Nature’s only Pharmacy
For Being’s Malady —
All things are bad because I was never acclaimed; however, there is always ME-and just the knowing of
my greatness and the misery for the lack of recognition
are the consequences.
oh woe is me
to be compared to such talent
is but to put my out looks
to shame
bravo!
bravo Emily
thee puck bow to you
and all shall applaud or face their doom.