I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory's fog is rising.

The soul should always stand ajar.

Life is death we're lengthy at.

Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true.

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.