Some Things That Fly There Be
Emily Dickinson
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— 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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