2 br br There is another sky, br Ever serene and fair, br And there is another sunshine, br Though it be darkness there; br Never mind faded forests, Austin, br Never mind silent fields— br Here is a little forest, br Whose leaf is ever green; br Here is a brighter garden, br Where not a frost has been; br In its unfading flowers br I hear the bright bee hum: br Prithee, my brother, br Into my garden come!br br Emily Dickinsonbr br