885 <br /> <br />Our little Kinsmen—after Rain <br />In plenty may be seen, <br />A Pink and Pulpy multitude <br />The tepid Ground upon. <br /> <br />A needless life, it seemed to me <br />Until a little Bird <br />As to a Hospitality <br />Advanced and breakfasted. <br /> <br />As I of He, so God of Me <br />I pondered, may have judged, <br />And left the little Angle Worm <br />With Modesties enlarged.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-little-kinsmen-after-rain/
