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 --brag --slam -- all the Day --No Black bird bates his Banjo --For passing Calvary --Auto da Fe -- and Judgment --Are nothing to the Bee --His separation from His Rose --To Him -- sums Misery --