"The only Ghost I ever saw Was dressed in Mechlin lace – She stood there in the room alone I spoke to her of grace –"

"To make a Prairie it takes a Clover and one Bee, And Revery. The Revery alone will do, If Bees are few."

"The Dandelion's pallid tube Astounds the Grass at Noon –"

"Hope is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all –"

"I fear a Pioneer – Himself – The Vanishing Frontier – The Wilderness – in him – No less – than in the Land –"