What she did so long ago, Or didn’t do, we now don’t know. She tripped some dudes and others who With twisted true-false love were bled. By some stone of one marked dead she stopped When all that no one knows of her was through.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Laura Bloomsbury offers the challenge to imagine the life of a deceased person. I imagined the lady in Longfellow’s In the Churchyard at Cambridge.
