It was late afternoon Of a December day Emily was slowly Just slipping away. Lying there breathless So frail and in pain The Doctor was sent for But all was in vain. ********** Her sisters remembered Their walks to the falls The trips to Top Withens And the Curlew calls. Yes, with Emily gone At just thirty years old Her private life's story Was there to be told. Geoffrey Heath Price. 15. 12. 2020.