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The Secret
by:
Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
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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