“What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew,
Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?”

“Violets! — deep-blue violets!
April's loveliest coronets!
There are no flowers grow in the vale,
Kiss'd by the dew, wooed by the gale, —
None by the dew of the twilight wet,
So sweet as the deep-blue violet!”

“On the tongue of such an one they shed a honeyed dew, and from his lips drop gentle words.”

“Wilt Thou not visit me?
The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew;
And every blade of grass I see,
From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.”

“Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!
Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spread
O'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way,
And orient pearls from ev'ry shrub depend.”

“Hail hero, hail hero, let me see you smile
You been gone for so damn long, I wish you'd stay awhile”

“I'm young as morning
and fresh as dew.
Everybody loves me
and so do you.”

“O Night! most beautiful and rare!
Thou givest the heavens their holiest hue,
And through the azure fields of air
Bring’st down the gentle dew.”

“So what, ghosts can't hurt you. That's what I thought then.”

“The natural born reason we didn't git no yew-ranium when we crosses the li'l yew tree and the gee-ranium is on account of cause we didn't have no geiger counter.”