I dont know how to tell it—but ef such a thing could be — Pumpkins

"We fancy men are individuals; so are pumpkins; but every pumpkin in the field, goes through every point of pumpkin history."

"I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion."

"I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness ; to be dissolved into something complete and great."

"O,—fruit loved of boyhood!—the old days recalling, When wood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling! When wild, ugly faces we carved in its skin, Glaring out through the dark with a candle within! When we laughed round the corn-heap, with hearts all in tune, Our chair a broad pumpkin,—our lantern the moon, Telling tales of the fairy who travelled like steam In a pumpkin-shell coach, with two rats for her team!"

"And the Creole of Cuba laughs out to behold, Through orange leaves shining the broad spheres of gold."