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 then, in Sovereign Barns to dwell – And dream the Days away, The Grass so little has to do I wish I were a Hay –
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The author here takes a closer look at something we might take for granted; a field of grass. From her context we see that this is not a manicured lawn in front of a home but a semi wild field used for haymaking. She considers the life cycle of the grass and concludes with a longing for a life as easy and picturesque as that.
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