Emily's, Of Amherst Poem by james watkin
Emily's, Of Amherst
Little casement, awful contained
Of soul's immensity
Nights, a table lamp but shows up!
Silhouetted frailly!
Child's beauteous thought-realm, to conceive
Being told we share too grand!
Wilted nathless hailings' prospect.
Ghost's the day-lilied hand.
And whilst true friendship daydreaming on
Sealed and stamped, so approached
Vain is the wish to be sent for.
Star-lit whose road is coached.
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