- The summer of the pestilence. A history of the ravages of the yellow fever in Norfolk, Virginia, A. D. 1855 (a found poem) I stood in the door and begged provisions from them Can we do anything for those who feel like eating again little or no fever but an entire giving way of the nervous system far away, or they are sick, or with the sick, or they are dead in a room by themselves one of these two placed here together will die his pale white arm is in strong contrast with the blood-stained pillow on which it lies