Many Emily Dickinson poems
Can be sung to the tune of
The Yellow Rose of Texas.
I was assured of this long ago
By many good folk including
An improbably beautiful woman
From Texas who'd absent-mindedly
Cross and uncross her blue eyes
While telling jokes or eating jello.
When the hermit of Amherst
Visits me she wears a poke bonnet
And a long work dress,
A bit draggled at the hem.
She settles herself and tells me that
"Becaws I coulden stop fer Death
He kinely stopped fer me.
The carriage hailed but jest oursells
An Immortality." She seems
Content with her translation.
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