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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part One: Life 14. Some things that fly there be


THE SECRET.


Some things that fly there be, --

Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:

Of these no elegy.


Some things that stay there be, --

Grief, hills, eternity:

Nor this behooveth me.


There are, that resting, rise.

Can I expound the skies?

How still the riddle lies!