Emily Dickinson: there is another sky

(I'm in England in front of a garden, around the corner from a cold little forest.
Does it matter where I am?
I press my eyes to see brighter and more forceful gardens)

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!