Poem: Two Worlds

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff

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.