Have you noticed Emily Dickinson poems can be sung to "Yellow Rose of Texas?"?
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, 5
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring; 10
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible, 15
The cornice but a mound.
Since then ’t is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.
Try it with other Dickinson poems!
(This isn't an original observation. I heard Roy Blount mention it on NPR's "Wait Wait, Don't Tell Me")