“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?”

“Witchcraft was hung, in History,But History and IFind all the Witchcraft that we needAround us, every Day -”

“I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!”

“Then I will not repineKnowing that bird of mineThough flown shall in a distant treeBright melody for meReturn.”

“I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time.The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets,The bobolinks begun.Then I said softly to myself,"That must have been the sun!”

“We journey to the day,And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away.”

“I'm a Nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? There's a pair of us- don't tell!”