The Grass so little has to do by Emily Dickinson

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 –
Like Lowly spices, lain to sleep –
Or Spikenards, perishing –
And then, in Sovereign Barns to dwell –
And dream the Days away,
The Grass so little has to do
I wish I were a Hay –
Quotes by Emily Dickinson

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

"Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality."

"Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough."

"He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust."

"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."

 

 "I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name."