Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
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| THE GRASS so little has to do,— | |
| A sphere of simple green, | |
| With only butterflies to brood, | |
| And bees to entertain, | |
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| And stir all day to pretty tunes | 5 |
| The breezes fetch along, | |
| And hold the sunshine in its lap | |
| And bow to everything; | |
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| And thread the dews all night, like pearls, | |
| And make itself so fine,— | 10 |
| A duchess were too common | |
| For such a noticing. | |
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| And even when it dies, to pass | |
| In odors so divine, | |
| As lowly spices gone to sleep, | 15 |
| Or amulets of pine. | |
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| And then to dwell in sovereign barns, | |
| And dream the days away,— | |
| The grass so little has to do, | |
| I wish I were a hay! | 20 |
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