Per Aspera Ad Astra

Make me a picture of the sun
So I can hang it in my room
And make believe I'm getting warm
When others call it "Day"!

Draw me a Robin—on a stem
So I am hearing him, I'll dream
And when the Orchards stop their tune
Put my pretense—away
Say if it's really—warm at noon—

Whether it's Buttercups—that "skim"
Or Butterflies—that "bloom"?

Then—skip—the frost—upon the lea—

And skip the Russet—on the tree—

Let's play those—never come!

Emily Dickinson