Poems for Friday: There is another sky

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Immersed as I am in the holiday season, I felt it time to bring the Friday poetry feature back with a decidedly non-holiday poem. I've always loved this piece from Emily Dickinson, and the first part, especially, I've always found haunting in the best possible way. Raise a glass; everything ends up eclipsed.

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!