Two Worlds

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Title:     Two Worlds
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

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.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: Two Worlds

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