Let's try it out, shall we?
An awful tempest mashed the air,
The clouds were gaunt and few.
A black, as of a spectre's cloak,
Hid heaven and earth from view.
Okay, that one works. Sure, it's got more verses, but let's not get carried away. How about this one?
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held just but ourselves
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
Oh yeah. That one too. Let's look at an index of first lines, shall we? Hmm. Well, not every every one fits, but an impressive number do. Do you have a favorite Emily Dickinson poem? Does it work with yours?
Next week, we test to see how many of Robert Frost's poems can really be sung to "Hernando's Hideaway." Ole!