Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Secret

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!

1. Is Heaven a Physician?
2. Delight Becomes Pictorial
3. A Thought Went up My Mind To-day
4. A Poor Torn Heart, a Tattered Heart
5. Too Much

Katherine Mansfield The Secret ("In the profoundest ocean")

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