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!
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
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