The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of Simple Green— With only Butterfly to brood, And Bee to wander in—
And occasionally, when the Sun Assent to look their way— I sigh for their default—but, Well— The Grass will measure—may—
- Emily Dickinson
The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of Simple Green— With only Butterfly to brood, And Bee to wander in—
And occasionally, when the Sun Assent to look their way— I sigh for their default—but, Well— The Grass will measure—may—