THE GRASS  by Emily Dickinson
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 barns,
And dream the days away, --
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!

 

   The first stanza talks about how the grass doesn't do much except for entertain the bees and the butterflies.
   Stanza two talks about how as the breezes ripple the grass it creates a musical melody.
   Stanza three talks bout how beautiful the grass looks when it is heavy laden with dew. Royalty is not imaginative enough to realize the beauty of the grass bedecked with pearls of dew.
   Stanza four talks about the grass dying. When grass dies it gives of a heavenly perfume.
   Stanza five talks about how when the grass dies, it goes into a "sovereign barn" (grass heaven) where the grass gets to dream all the time and not work, Dickinson wishes she could be grass or hay so she could write poems all day and not do any work.