storm-rifted

Updated: July 5, 2026

I remember this distinctly about one of my poems with a terrible title, "The Murderer's Request," in which I made an imaginary criminal pose for me, telling where he would not and where he would like to be buried. I modeled my verses, "Bury ye me on some storm-rifted mountain, O'erhanging the depths of a yawning abyss," upon Byron's,

Lucy Larcom - A New England girlhood, outlined from memory (Beverly, MA)