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!

(Emily Dickinson)