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!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- A Little Road Not Made Man
- Apparently With No Surprise
- A Happy Lip&Mdash;Breaks Sudden
- Ah, Moon—and Star!
- After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes