Emily Dickinson:
You gave us the bumblebee who has a soul.
The everlasting traveler among the hollyhocks,
And how God plays around a back yard garden.

    Stevie Crane:
War is kind and we never knew the kindness of war till you came;
Nor the black riders and clashes of spear and shield out of the sea,
Nor the mumblings and shots that rise from dreams on call.