There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields—
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
As an ardent fan of Emily Dickinson I find this poem even after several readings, stunning in beautiful simplicity and packed with hidden whispering meanings. Loved the haunting appeal.
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