The Grass so little has to do – <br />A Sphere of simple Green – <br />With only Butterflies to brood <br />And Bees to entertain – <br />And stir all day to pretty Tunes <br />The Breezes fetch along – <br />And hold the Sunshine in its lap <br />And bow to everything – <br /> <br />And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearls – <br />And make itself so fine <br />A Duchess were too common <br />For such a noticing – <br /> <br />And even when it dies – to pass <br />In Odors so divine – <br />Like Lowly spices, lain to sleep – <br />Or Spikenards, perishing – <br /> <br />And then, in Sovereign Barns to dwell – <br />And dream the Days away, <br />The Grass so little has to do <br />I wish I were a Hay –<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-grass-so-little-has-to-do/
