Emily Dickinson - Our little Kinsmen—after Rain lyrics

885 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