Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain
Read 'Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain by Emily Dickinson
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.
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