i understand you , emily,
each day, a little more.
as immortality has lain
a third event, outside my door.
i haven't told my garden yet.
i wonder when i will,
since from our carriage, i can see
the sun keeps setting, setting still.
but cloaked in alabaster gown,
i tarry in this maze,
to relish each sensation, ere
my prince shall carry me away.
tho struck with sudden eloquence
by every stream and star,
i know another world exists;
sweet emily, 'tis where you are.