Okay, so this is just a little drabble-y thing I made up while reading Gaudy Night. I think it is likely that Edith would have gone to Oxford and become a scholar instead of her sisters. Please review, even if you hate it, and tell me what you think.
It wasn't much; a forgotten sheet of paper stuffed at the back of her wardrobe, the words faded. She found it one day when she was pulling out her old journal, a massive, leather-bound work that was more than half empty. The loose sheet was hidden under the front cover, written in her old sprawling hand, before she went to Oxford, and became a scholar.
Edith took it to her desk, where the light was better.
Sleep, centred line,
Speed me to the throne of Love
Where Reason's solemn darts fly on
Past;
The tide of deepening love spins on
O, Love, spur me with thine
weary-weighted wine
gentle me, break me,
possess me, harness me,
kill me.