There is Another Sky

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!