Kevin had noted that all of the poetry of Emily Dickinson can be sung to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas". I started to write a reply to that, listing a few examples of other such phenomena, but never quite finished it. Which is just as well, because anything I could have said would have paled dreadfully in comparison to this post at Electrolite and all of the associated comments. I sincerely hope my head will stop spinning sometime before I go to bed tonight.