Susannah Fry
T. Chanler
Here sleep I,
Susannah Fry,
No one near me,
No one nigh:
Alone, alone
Under my stone,
Dreaming on,
Still dreaming on:
Grass for my valance
And coverlid,
Dreaming on
As I always did.
"Weak in the head"
Maybe. Who knows?
Susannah Fry
Under the rose.