It's all I have to bring to-day,
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 sun could tell, -
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.
See also the free e-book 'The Poems of Emily Dickinson'.