The Grass

The grass so little has to do, --

A sphere of simple green,

With only butterflies to brood,

And bees to entertain,

And stir all day to pretty tunes

The breezes fetch along,

And hold the sunshine in its lap

And bow to everything;

And thread the dews all night, like pearls,

And make itself so fine, --

A duchess were too common

For such a noticing.

And even when it dies, to pass

In odors so divine,

As lowly spices gone to sleep,

Or amulets of pine.

And then to dwell in sovereign barns,

And dream the days away, --

The grass so little has to do,

I wish I were the hay!

- Emily Dickinson  

From: Poems by Emily Dickinson Series One      

Edited by two of her friends

Mabel Loomis Todd and T.W. Higginson

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