She held iambic verse within her heart—

Its rhythm pulsed within her living veins,

And lyric vision set her soul apart—

From life’s peculiar and prosaic strains.

She mastered love in every shape and form

And with a glance moved every gazer there;

Her angered voice could call up fervent storms—

Her frown alone could lead one to despair.

Endowed with zeal by some crazed errant god,

She fell to earth—a darling daring soul—

And though she bore an air considered odd,

Brought every critic to her spellbound fold.

Yet when she vanished, none recalled her name…

Though someone swore, it seemed to rhyme with “fame”.