A poem attributed to Fisher. "When your penance is doneCome find meWhen all the judges cloaked in stoneHave faced awaySeek the rill beneath the bowers and stringsOf fine pearlsDown in the fold of sacred hillsAmong the elmsWhere animals and birds find shelterCome find meI am nestled in grasses never trodBy heartbrokenKnights and brothers of kingsNot a single root tornIn the bard’s trembling griefSeek out what is freely givenCome find meIn the wake of winter’s dark flightAnd take what you willOf these blossomsMy colours lie in wait for you And none other" ―Come Find MeFisher