I found Elisabeth Olsen sleeping 

In the Church of the Unknown Martyrs 

This was quite commonplace 

A typical behaviour 

I believe that Elisabeth liked me 

As when in the right mind 

She could pass through all levels 

Of polite and genteel society

Yet I nearly always found her 

Covered in mud wearing only a shift 

Having drawn furiously 

Throughout the night 

She had no care for her work 

So I collected and catalogued them

And exhibited locally 

For her future advantage 

Occasionally during the bitter months 

I lodged her with my youngest sister 

And insisted on regular updates 

About her fragile state of mind 

It was during these darker months 

That she was at her calmest 

But as soon as the warmer months arrived 

She would vanish into the countryside 

I fear that I might find her without life 

Sometime in the not too distant future 

That is why I encourage her residence 

In the Church of the Unknown Martyrs