Explore "Evagene Baker -- who was Dyin' of Dred Consumtion as these Lines was Penned by a True Friend" by James Whitcomb Riley on Textopian.
Pore afflicted Evagene! / Whilse the woods is fresh and green, / And the birds on ev'ry hand / Sings in rapture sweet and grand, -- / Thou, of all the joyus train, / Art bedridden, and in pain / Sich as only them can cherish / Who, like flowrs, is first to perish!
When the neghbors brought the word / She was down, the folks inferred / It was jest a cold she'd caught, / Dressin' thinner than she'd ort / Fer the frolicks and the fun / Of the dancin' that she'd done / 'Fore the Spring was flush er ary / Blossom on the peach er cherry.