The Secret

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Title:     The Secret
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by 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!

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: Secret

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