To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee.
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
A comforting thought, as we face the possible  extinction of honeybees. 
 
 Dickinson credits the imagination with so much power to extrapolate from meager reality that it barely needs any reality to work with in the first place. Coming from her, this inspiring message (“Who needs wide-open spaces when I’ve got my mind?”) has a sad tinge: you need an imagination like that if you don’t leave the house much. Then again, she seems to have lived more intensely than most people who do.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee