"The Frost of Death was on the Pane —"

"The grave and I, we mutually, As long as under ground, Shall make a compact, solemnly, To be forever bound."

"I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air – Between the Heaves of Storm –"

"Tell all the Truth but tell it slant— / Success in Circuit lies"

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