Poems by Emily Dickinson: Two Worlds

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff
by EmilyDickinson
XIX
The Mountain

Two Worlds

Two Worlds

It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The mornings blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.
Wild-flowers kindle in the woods,
The brooks brag all the day;
No blackbird bates his jargoning
For passing Calvary.
Auto-da-fe and judgment
Are nothing to the bee;
His separation from his rose
To him seems misery.
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