The brain is wider than the sky;
For put them side by side
The one the other will contain with ease -
And you beside.

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

A word is dead when it is said, some say.
I say it just begins to live that day.

Nature is what we know -
Yet have not art to say -
So impotent our wisdom is
To her simplicity.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog.