I had dream in the city of Mughals

“There is another sky
ever serene and fair,
and there is another sunshine,
tho’ 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 it’s unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum,
prithee, my Brother,
into my garden come!”

Emily Dickinson

Cities of soul