Nature
It makes no difference abroad
Nature
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.
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MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “It makes no difference abroad.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/63/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “It makes no difference abroad.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/63/.
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