Emily Dickinson - The Grass so little has to do

The Grass so little has to do—
A Sphere of simple Green—
Yet audience in the name
The Grass and I have been—

No Man’s a thing to be despised—
The Grass, though chosen, too—
And if he functions, never dies—
And Kindness is his rule.

Just as I am a Voice—
To wander and delight—
The Grass has but a little ferule—
And yet it knows no blight—

For without consummate Event,
The Grass will have its say—
And will diminish your lament
Like Whispers to the Day—