Get over it; she's dead
“Mary Winslow is dead. Out on the Charles
The shells hold water and their oarblades drag,
Littered with captivated ducks, and now
The bell-rope in King's Chapel Tower unsnarls
And bells the bestial cow From Boston Common; she is dead.’’
— From “Mary Winslow,’’ by Robert Lowell (1917-1977)