Emily Dickinson

Dec. 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886

 

The Secret

by Emily Dickinson

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!

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Poems
Copyright 1890
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston