You were weak of body but strong of mind,
At four a bookworm, a precocious child,
Your father’s little Poet Laureate,
Who became addicted to opiates.
Illness and loss almost drove you insane,
Laudanum and morphine helped kill the pain,
Fuelling your wild imagination,
Saved by ardent religious persuasion.
Full of ‘fresh strange music’ and ‘brave new thought’,
Robert loved your verses with all his heart;
Politics, letters and your poetry
Brought secret love, marriage and Italy.
Disinherited daughter in a man’s age
Died ‘Beautiful’, a woman of the page.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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