Dickinson, again.

I know not, but I felt that I must post this today.

It's All I Have to Bring Today

by Emily Dickinson

It's all I have to bring today –
This, and my heart beside –
This, and my heart, and all the fields –
And all the meadows wide –
Be sure you count – should I forget
Some one the sum could tell –
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.

 It is a darling little poem, ain't it? I feel all warm and fuzzy when I read it.