Emily Dickinson

Some Things That Fly There Be

poem 89

Some things that fly there be Birds Hours the Bumblebee Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be Grief Hills Eternity&mda sh; Nor this behooveth me. There are that resting, rise. Can I expound the skies? How still the Riddle lies!

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