Emily Dickinson - The Grass so little has to do

The Grass so little has to do –
A Sphere of simple Green –
Yet outward, and inward –
Grows over the silent scene –

And while the World with Floods is doused,
The Clouds which keep Mount Maru
Are quaking, and do not lose,
The Child – who is but dew –

This is the Movement, and the Time,
Virgin Alpha and Omicron –
Like Frost upon the Forest –
It does not go alone –

To other things than External Forms
The Grass is innocent,
But hidden in its Color,
The Spirit of a Life –