Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
LXXI
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| IT makes no difference abroad, | |
| The seasons fit the same, | |
| The mornings blossom into noons, | |
| And split their pods of flame. | |
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| Wild-flowers kindle in the woods, | 5 |
| The brooks brag all the day; | |
| No blackbird bates his jargoning | |
| For passing Calvary. | |
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| Auto-da-fé and judgment | |
| Are nothing to the bee; | 10 |
| His separation from his rose | |
| To him seems misery. | |
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