Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
A needless life, it seemed to me Until a little Bird As to a Hospitality Advanced and breakfasted.
As I of He, so God of Me I pondered, may have judged, And left the little Angle Worm With Modesties enlarged.
Emily Dickinson