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, As lowly spices gone to sleep, Or amulets of pine. And then do dwell in sovereign barns, And dream the days away, -- The grass so little has to do, I wish I were a hay! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK MAMMY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON PALABRAS CARINOSAS (SPANISH AIR) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO MARY IN HEAVEN by ROBERT BURNS CORN-LAW HYMN by EBENEZER ELLIOTT DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES MOTHER TO SON by IRENE RUTHERFORD MCLEOD TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROOD OF TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |