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I. 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! ONE 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
iced as it is rare. She had tried society and the world, and found them lacking. She was not an invalid, and she lived in seclusion from no love-disappointment. Her life was the normal blossoming of a nature introspective to a high degree, whose best thought could not exist in pretence. Storm, wind, the wild March sky, sunsets and dawns; the birds and bees, butterflies and flowers of her garden, with a few trusted human friends, were sufficient companionship. The coming of the first robin was a jubilee beyond crowning of monarch or birthday of pope; the first red leaf hurrying through "the altered air," an epoch. Immortality was close about her; and while never morbid or melancholy, she lived in its presence. MABEL LOOMIS TODD. AMHERST, MASSACHUSETTS, August, 1891. My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise, To such, if they should whisper Of morning and the moor, They bear no other errand, And I, no other prayer. I. LIFE.  CHAPTER ONE OF POEMS SERIES TWO BY EMILY DICKINSON THIS LIBER OF OX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN ONE LIFE
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