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-fé and Judgment
Are nothing to the bee;
His separation from his rose
To him seems misery.
First print Nature XX, 20
Johnson 620 | Franklin 686
■→Poems, first print by Higginson and Todd, page 92;
Judgment capitalized for reference to religion; dash alone for thematic development, dash and comma for premise and consequent, cf. Notes for The Outlet.
A D V E R T I S E M E N T
The world may never have seen her original handwriting, if her skill was taken for supernatural. Feel welcome to Poems by Emily Dickinson prepared for print by Teresa Pelka: thematic stanzas, notes on the Greek and Latin inspiration, the correlative with Webster 1828, and the Aristotelian motif, Things perpetual — these are not in time, but in eternity.