620 <br /> <br />It makes no difference abroad— <br />The Seasons—fit—the same— <br />The Mornings blossom into Noons— <br />And split their Pods of Flame— <br /> <br />Wild flowers—kindle in the Woods— <br />The Brooks slam—all the Day— <br />No Black bird bates his Banjo— <br />For passing Calvary— <br /> <br />Auto da Fe—and Judgment— <br />Are nothing to the Bee— <br />His separation from His Rose— <br />To Him—sums Misery—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-makes-no-difference-abroad/
