"The first Day's Night had come – And I had heard the Wind – And in the silence of the Heart A Creature stirring – then –"

"How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell your name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!"

"I fear a Pioneer – Himself – The Vanishing Frontier – The Wilderness – in him – No less – than in the Land –"

"The Sun went down – He drew the Day Like a Head scarf back – And left the West in Crimsons wrapped –"

"I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too?"