Poems — First Series by Emily Dickinson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Mabel Loomis Todd

Some Things That Fly There Be

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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