Emily Dickinson

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!

I had no time to Hate ―
Because
The Grave would hinder Me ―
And Life was not so
Ample I
Could finish ―Enmity―

Nor had I time to Love ―
But since
Some Industry must be ―
The little Toil of Love ―
I thought
Be large enough for Me ―