long ago she left this place
and went where spirits dwell
her closets full of written works
her lifelong tale to tell

secretive recluse all her life
from friendships she did shrink
but do not pity her for she
fashioned life from pen and ink

far better to create a tale
by penning splendid themes
than leave to chance a course that’s set
by other people’s schemes

she has returned as she often does
to the place she spent her time
she finds no peace in moving on
from pen and desk of pine

to familiar place she’s eternally drawn
the room where dreams were made
creating life by her own hand
she laughed and loved and played

In her own words : Emily Dickins0n
“Sweet hours have perished here;
This is a mighty room;
Within its precincts hopes have played—
Now shadows in the tomb.”