I am Nobody I'm Nobody! Who are you ? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!
Fame is a Fickle Food Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set . Whose crumbs the crows inspect And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer's Corn – Men eat of it and die.
Sometimes with the Heart Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few—love at all.
The Dying Need But Little Dear The Dying need but little, Dear, A Glass of Water’s all, A Flower’s unobtrusive Face To punctuate the Wall, A Fan, perhaps, a Friend’s Regret And Certainty that one No color in the Rainbow Perceive, when you are gone.
Wonder Wonder—is not precisely Knowing And not precisely Knowing not— A beautiful but bleak condition He has not lived who has not felt— Suspense—is his maturer Sister — Whether Adult Delight is Pain Or of itself a new misgiving— This is the Gnat that mangles men—