Open your door Emily Dickinson
Let the Wilde nights in
T.S. Eliot has a name for your cat
A whipporwill feather for Shakespeare’s hat
Keats sang of the nightingale, Cummings
Anyone lived in a pretty how town
Arcadian Winters Willa Cather wrote down
James Joyce said a prayer
C. S. Lewis was there
because After Prayers, Lie Cold
Silverstein riddled about the old
man and the little boy
Coventry Patmore gave him a toy
but Death sets a thing significant, Emily
Did Tessimond betray us?
Just ask Robert Browning’s bust.