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 to dwell in sovereign barn
And dream the days away-
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!
Dickinson, Emily, Poems, Mabel Loomis Todd and T W Higginson, eds. Boston:
"The Grass
by Emily Dickinson
Brown, and Company, 1924. Print.
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from "The Grass"
Which is a theme of this poem?
OA Nature can play tricks on us.
OB. Nature is carefree.
OC. Change can occur at any time.
OD. It is better to be alone than with people.